A nightmare
I dreamt last night that David was pregnant --
and I was NOT happy about it.
"How the hell did that happen?" I demanded.
"I don't know!" he protested.
and I was NOT happy about it.
"How the hell did that happen?" I demanded.
"I don't know!" he protested.
posted by Mary Ellen at
7:05 AM
4 Comments:
David? Pregnant?
He does not have the temperment for it.
I dreamt that I was a reporter on deadline with three stories due and that I couldn't find my desk, because the office manager had rearranged the office and moved my desk and computer, but wouldn't tell me where.
Well, who's psychic now???
No, he definitely does not have the temperament for it. (Except the ice cream part.)
You can not underestimate the importance of the placement of the desk in the newsroom. I was always lucky -- with a window and/or proximity to Noah's snack drawer. And now (drumroll, plz) I have AN OFFICE!!
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