Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Immature evil grin

When you are new at the office, people like to gawk at the stuff you have on display on your desk.  Thus far each time someone has been checking out my cube, he or she has said some version of, "Who is the handsome man in that picture?"  and I get to say "THAT IS MY HUSBAND."  And then my soul makes this face:


And I think, "TAKE THAT, PEOPLE WHO WERE MEAN TO ME IN JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL!  YOU SAID I WAS FUG AND NOW I AM AN ADULT WITH A HAIR STRAIGHTENER AND A HOT HUSBAND!"  There is a 100% chance that none of those people even remember me, but whatever. 

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