Because I Can’t Stop Giggling About It
June 16, 2008 § 1 Comment
The backup generator that powers the emergency lights and whatnot for our 12-story building is insanely loud, and creates a slight wind tunnel effect. So, of course, when we got home tonight and discovered that power was out in the building AGAIN, it made perfect sense to me to scream at Scott.
ME: GET ON THE CHOPPER, SAWYER!
ME: THIS IS OUR ONE CHANCE TO GET OFF THIS ISLAND!
ME: GET ON THE GODDAMN CHOPPER!
HIM: WE HAVE TO LEAVE THE CALICO BEHIND — THERE’S NO TIME!
And then we trudged up eight flights of stairs for the 854th time so far this summer. And ever since we got upstairs, he’s been working on his thesis in the living room, and I’ve been working on freelance stuff here in the office (two down, two to go!), but we did manage to shout the following things at each other:
Me: Man. I can’t believe Angelina Jolie gets to have unprotected sex with Brad Pitt. What a lucky bitch.
Him: So … does Leona Lewis have her period?
And with that, it is 9:33, the Stop Working and Have Glass of Red Wine time of day, and also tonight the Battery Power Getting Awfully Low time of day.
See you in hell, Monday.