nuthin’. i gots nuthin’ to say. the Brit would say that is a miracle because i always have something to say. i’m the type of person that blurts out random statements when there’s been too much silence. this is a picture the Brit “listening” to me recount the day’s events at work. notice how he’s intently reading his EXCEL book. i’m waaaay more interesting than Excel surely (but maybe a tad less annoying).

i didn’t get nachos today – boo! i got a soy latte instead for lunch because we couldn’t argue about coffee (though he did call me a weirdo for requesting soy).
i’ve been avoiding working on that burlesque themed wedding invite. she stopped by to ask me how i was getting on with it and if i was having fun working on it. the truth is i’ve been avoiding it like the plague for the past couple of weeks and i’d rather format pie charts for reports all day than work on it – but i can’t say that. so i smile and sorta nod my head, trying to repress the sarcasm vomit rising to the surface. thankfully that was enough of an answer because she moved on to talk someone else about ordering some silver marker pens for the invites (cringe).
that’s me done. i told you i had nuthin.’ i’ll try to shake things up tomorrow.

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