Something told me yesterday as I was walking home from the bus stop after a pleasant afternoon at the aquarium with my next door neighbor that I should stick my head in the office. I arrived today to find the grad student office and adjoining computer room COMPLETELY rearranged. ::shakes head:: Why can't boys leave well enough alone? The plus is that my back is no longer to the door, but the minus is that my back is to all my officemates. Do I REALLY trust those yahoos to sit behind me? I wonder about a couple of them . . . especially the one whose name starts with a "C."
Speaking of boys whose names start with "C," he was all worried that I would be upset about the replaced Reba pad, especially after he'd found out someone had made it for me. In case I didn't mention it before, he tried to wash Reba's bed for me while I was gone and apparently had some difficulty with the cover -- like it fell apart and/or he couldn't get it back on the pad. Then he was worried that the new bed was too small for Reba to lay on. ::shakes head again:: Dork. And no, I didn't say that to HIM. Extra point for me.
No comments:
Post a Comment