"He'll sit there and go, Dipsy... Po... Dipsy... Po. I honestly don't think he knows colors. Just Teletubbies."


I just spent at least two hours serving butter, washing syrup holder things, and smelling sausage of questionable fiber content. Pardon me if I sound a bit angry. Except I got to do all these things with Angie, and that made it so much better, because we had conversations like:

Angie: So, are you controlling people's butter intake?
Me: I suppose.
Angie: Yeah, I'm controlling their, um, fork intake.
Me: Fork intake?

According to emode.com, my celebrity soulmate is... someone Indie. That's what it says. No one specific. Come on, I could say that, I didn't need a quiz. Jeebus.


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