Me: "Did you read my empanada column?"
Him: "Uhm. YEAH! Looks yummy! MMMMMMMMM."
Me: "Why do you hate me?"
Him: "What do you mean?"
Me: "Let's not play this game. You never read my columns. I work hard on that, it's our bread and butter, and you can't be bothered to read it. Even though you spend approximately four hours a day on the internet."
Him: "I do. I skim."
Me: "If I were Picasso, would you SKIM my work? If I were Feist, would you 'half listen' to my new single?"
Him: *rolls eyes*
Me: See? You hate me.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
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I think Blaine only started reading my blog so that he would know what people were going to want to talk to him about on a given day. Like, one of his co-workers would start in about something I had posted, and he would be like, "How do you know about that?" And the reply would be, "Don't you read Meryl's blog?" Him: "No, I *live* Meryl's blog."
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