My day was spent riding what is apparently the fine line between Mama Bear and Flirt Extraordinaire. I oscillated with frightening ease between sincere questions of health and happiness to innuendos and euphemisms. At one point in my work day I had the following conversation:
Me: Are you okay?
CoworkerB: Not really. My neck really hurts and I don't know what's wrong.
Me: Oh no! I feel so badly for you:( I hope it feels better soon.
Roughly an hour later
Me: Awwww! I hate that you're hurting. Let me know if I can do anything to help.
At another point in the day I had this conversation:
Me: I really want some chocolate.
CoworkerS: Is that what you kids are calling it now?
Me:Oh, I didn't know you knew your new nickname.
I was on the ball with witty, flirty comebacks today. Anytime I received one I would one-up it on my reply. At the same time, though, and with the same people on the receiving end of my wickedly fun words, I was thisclose to making homemade chicken soup and tucking them in.
This is the dream, right? Mama Bear by day, Flirt Extraordinaire by night. Apple pie and jack and ginger. Loves it.
5 comments:
Yes. Yes, that is the dream.
You've made it girl! :o)
Ant- Awesome!
Awesome, awesome J.E.W. song!!!
Love this post. Ha!
It's funny that I posted a coversation on my blog after yours. I didn't read yours until just now. :o) It's like I was reading your mind!
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