Friday, July 27, 2007
I'd Like to be Buried in a Mountain of Middle Eastern Desserts
The Sparkles Plenty workplace phone: [one ringy dingy]

Me: This is Kristina. (Please note how I answer the phone like a high-powered executive. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I AM, PEOPLE!) (Shut up.)

The Mister: Good afternoon! I'm back home. I got the shopping done for everybody's presents.

Me: Yay! I happened to get some shopping done too, birthday boy. I feel like I've just been prison-raped, so I hope you like your gift.

TM: I'm sure I will. What did you get me?

Me: A nice sundress and some sassy sandals.

TM: As long as it flatters my figure. So anyway, how are you doing?

Me: Fine, but I'm devastated by hunger. I haven't had lunch and I might pass out at any moment!

TM: You haven't had lunch? It's almost three o'clock. When are you going to eat?

Me: I could go to the deli downstairs, but if I have another turkey wrap I will probably vomit into my trashcan. So I'll probably wait until I get home and find some leftovers.

TM: There's that baklava we brought home from the restaurant last night if you want that.

Me: But man cannot live on baklava alone!

TM: I guess not.

Me: I think I might like to try sometime, though.


2 Comments:

Blogger Kathy T. said...

You really need to be a full time writer. In my judgement (and I so like to judge), your blog is in the Top Three in Nashville. The two ahead of yours are my own. :)

Blogger Kristina said...

Confidential to Kathy T.:

Your check is in the mail, lady.

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