Anyway, things were going swimmingly well, that is, until into my brain popped the thought, 'He looks like a chipmunk'.
Sigh. Just when I thought I could pull off the performance that is Being An Adult.
And then what happened, Kate? I hear you ask.
Did my brain survey the situation and bury that thought, like most normal brains would do,taking pity on their owner, considering the circumstances ?
Hell no.
My brain then proceeded to torture me.
(It didn't help that my colleague had already met this man before, said nice things about him and I immediately started to refer to him as her 'future husband').
My name Kate, I am immature.
Anyway, for the rest of the meeting I tried to stifle a smile while my brain was imagining their wedding, 'And I would like to present to you Insertnameofcolleague and Chip Munk'.
Yup, she was a rugged meeting. Do you know how hard it is to desperately look for other people's jokes to blame your unaccounted mirth on, so as not to appear like a complete loon?
Hard. So pleased I didn't hanker to be an undertaker.
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Oh, the secret insulting thoughts. They are the worst to hide. Ouch.
It was excruciating, Mwa.
"Do you know how hard it is to desperately look for other people's jokes to blame your unaccounted mirth on, so as not to appear like a complete loon?"
Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. My first thought after reading "'He looks like a chipmunk'" was "I wonder what chipmunks look like naked?" Which is not as far-fetched a thought as you may think, as you know they tell you to relax in group situations or public speaking situations by picturing people naked. I have never been anxious in those situations, but I have had it inculcated in to me so many times that now I just automatically think about people naked, if they are in a group. And I don't want to see these people naked! You never get to see naked the people who want to see naked!
Right, I'm off to Google pics of chipmunk gonads.
You are truly glorious, Fat Sparrow.
That must be why people edge away from me slowly, heh. They just can't take the glory.
Yup, that'll be it!
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