Being back at work is a bit of a shock to the system, I must say. Coffee is helping, but a holiday would be better…
People have been asking me whether I’ve had a nice time, and then they laugh at me because all I can do is answer “Yes” and grin like a maniac.
Nevermind.
Voice in my head: Frank Sinatra – The Memory of All That
Let them laugh.
Meanwhile I’m sitting here at work and my arms are killing me. They have grown very much acustomed to be in contact with you over the last week and a half.
Which is one of the reasons thinking about the last week and a half makes me grin like a maniac.
you two are so cute I almost want to throw things. Almost, because well, I tend to do the same stuff with my boyfriend, and I don’t really want people to throw things at me.
Unless it’s money. I don’t mind it if people throw money at me.
Well, anyone who feels like throwing money at me may feel free to do so. Other than that, I much prefer them laughing instead of throwing things. If strictly necessary, also feel free to make gagging noises/gestures at the icky cutesyness of it all, I really don’t mind (frankly, I probably wouldn’t notice, I’d be much to preoccupied with being cutesy).