IS IT THURSDAY EVENING YET?!?!?
...just popping in over lunch to share an amusing exchange I had with Zsa Zsa, my poor, hapless officemate who is stuck sitting two feet away from me eight hours a day, five days a week. Pity her.
Me: *barely contained mounting excitement*
Zsa Zsa: ...what? What's up?
Me: (with what small measure of self-restraint I could muster) IT'S THURSDAY!!!!
(There may have been a bit of flailing and squeeing on my part at this point. I deny everything.)
Zsa Zsa: Wh...oh. OH. Oh, god. It's the premiere tonight, isn't it? The boys are back? That's it, isn't it? My respite is over?
Yes, dearest Zsa Zsa. YES, IT IS.
Poor, poor woman. *GLEE!!*
Me: *barely contained mounting excitement*
Zsa Zsa: ...what? What's up?
Me: (with what small measure of self-restraint I could muster) IT'S THURSDAY!!!!
(There may have been a bit of flailing and squeeing on my part at this point. I deny everything.)
Zsa Zsa: Wh...oh. OH. Oh, god. It's the premiere tonight, isn't it? The boys are back? That's it, isn't it? My respite is over?
Yes, dearest Zsa Zsa. YES, IT IS.
Poor, poor woman. *GLEE!!*