To Stab or Not To Stab
Just now as I watched a workmate flip his pen I found myself sitting on my hands in an effort not to reach for my letter opener.
Momentarily I was taken back to a time where my then boyfriend would flip anything and everything in hand: pens, poker chips, panties. “Panties?”… you ask. Okay, not panties but I love alliteration. It used to drive me stark raving mad. You know a relationship is going downhill when you’re tempted on a daily basis to stab his hands. This, people, is NOT a good sign.
I explained to my workmate why his action caused such a dramatic look of disdain. He understood.
I, SarahMiddleNameless Nielson, do solemnly swear not to stab anyone in the hand unless they really do deserve it. My workmate does not deserve it–he’s funny and has good taste in music.
Today, there will be no stabbing.
Well today maybe not, but there is always tonight:)
I do believe you’re commenting on my blog, as me. I supposed it’s only appropriate since I commented earlier as YOU!
Sarah,
I’d like to take this moment to confess my hot lesbian love for you. You have such a sweet, sweet spirit. And ass.
If you’re lucky I’ll let you eat more cookie next week before we have a nap on your couch together.
anon: Night stabbings don’t count.
pants: Your secret love for me is no secret. Remember the napping??