At the exact moment I pulled into the driveway, and after a particularly horrendous day at work, this comes on the radio:
I cried. Unfortunately, I opted for pocket-less gaucho pants when deciding what to wear this morning. Tomorrow I will make it a point to have a pocket on my outfit to hold some hope.
Sometimes the Malaysian serves as my sounding board. In this particular instance I was relaying my “Man Plan” for the new year to get his pseudo-unbiased opinion. The conversation deteriorated before we ever came to that point.
“Crappery, I need to you to tell me how inappropriate this might be, ‘kay? Do you remember me talking about the organizational book I bought?”
“Yes.”
During my normally jam-packed workday there is usually no time to take my government mandated 15-minute break. Shoot, I’m lucky if I have time for a bathroom break. Lucky for me today was different. I actually had a few spare minutes to head outside and enjoy some tea with The Malaysian. Behind our building there’s a small garden complete with benches and plenty of shade. Temperatures in the mid-70′s with plenty of sunshine provided a wonderful setting for us to chat, sip, and enjoy the efforts of our contract landscapers.
Lizards are not something my “fren” is very fond of, and the garden was infested with them. Each time one would scurry by he exclaimed, “Jessica, it’s a leezard! Look! Over dere (sounds like “dare”)!”
“Sorry, man, I don’t have my glasses on…can’t see it.”
“Look, right by the gates…” He picked up a pebble and tossed it near the lizard.
To appease him I admitted to seeing something dark near the gate. That satisfied him enough to change the subject back to our previous conversation. Five minutes later a large lizard runs into some grass across from us.
“Whoa! Did you see that?! So many geicos everywhere!”
