This morning when I got to work, as I was unlocking the office door I noticed a very peculiar thing on my keyring. Rather than leave the soy milk cap thingy in its usual place on the counter, he attached it to my keyring! That crazy boy! I laughed for almost fifteen minutes, sank to my knees and cried. I have to think of something to get him back. He cannot win this prank war.
He thinks he is so clever. He thinks this gets me back for stuffing school pictures of my cousin into every single pair of his socks. Well this does not equal that!
I will now get no work done today as I try to come up with a retaliatory prank...
In other news, I have spilled a pint of pea soup in my new brown bag from Dina. My fabulous bag, which gets numerous complements each day, is now full of garlicy/thymey/bay leafy broth. You wouldn't think a faux suede bag could be so absorbant, but it can. There is broth on the fur trim, it's dripping from the brown piping. It's everywhere. Even worse, I have no broth in my pea soup for lunch. Instead, I have a brick of green gunge. I'm sure it will still be delicious. Would the Goya bag recipe lead me astray?