Lonny and I ran into Wu today at Ozo. OF COURSE we bought his Earl Gray (I know! What the hell?) and he was all gracious like, “Really guys, you didn’t have to buy my ($2) drink.”
Seriously? We were all, “YOU SEWED UP MY FRIEND’S FACE! FOR FREE!” He will never buy anything as long as I’m around.
I told him that someone asked me if my insurance covered E.R. visits and I was like, “What do I need E.R. insurance for when I’ve got Wu?”
Jeff was all, “That right, you’ve got the Wu Plan.”
I also informed him that I will be horning in on the birth of his third child. I dropped enough subtle hints to his wife that she broke down and said I could come. I love seeing babies get born. It’s incredible.
I must say, my next husband will totally be Chinese.
I mean, if I were ever to remarry, which I won’t because Lonny is still alive (but thanks for asking about him, Jason, and just wondering, why hasn’t your wife killed you yet? I’d kill you, but not with a pillow because I’ve tried that and it doesn’t work and is really awkward) and there is NO WAY I’ll ever get married again. If I do, it will be to Shé. Or Harmy. Or Lemony.
That’s right. I’m going lesbo the next time around. I swear it has to be easier than this man/woman shit.
Not that I don’t love Lonny. He is perhaps the only man I could ever be married to. Crazy as he makes me (and I make him) we work together.
The office reboot is still going strong. I realize that what I need to make this work is LESS STUFF.
Shocking, I know.
I want to repurpose my gigantic filing setup as a dresser which means I have to get rid of all my files. I can do this! I’ve been thinking about all the useless toiletries, clothes, files, crap I have that I don’t really need.
I have this beautiful sanctuary that I am loathe to cram with crap. I won’t do it!
The cat and dog are pretty happy to have a new sanctuary, too.
I also got rid of several files full of documents from our house fire. It was insurance adjuster stuff that isn’t relevant at all.