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asphaltcowgrrlA friend is coming down from Utah this weekend and wants to meet up. Okay, no problem.
She sends me an email this morning confirming Saturday for lunch. She then says, "But I need to stop by to meet your boys first."
Me: ....
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OH. She means Gideon and Fawkes. OOOOOOOH.
Not my jazzy boys.
MY GINGER BOYS.
I was so confused for a second there. *headdesk*
And... here's Da Boyz pretending to be groceries on Saturday.
She sends me an email this morning confirming Saturday for lunch. She then says, "But I need to stop by to meet your boys first."
Me: ....
....
....
OH. She means Gideon and Fawkes. OOOOOOOH.
Not my jazzy boys.
MY GINGER BOYS.
I was so confused for a second there. *headdesk*
And... here's Da Boyz pretending to be groceries on Saturday.
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Date: 2024-07-08 07:04 pm (UTC)I was thinking more along the lines of my fictional boys, but YOU ARE VERY CORRECT. Although John and Jakub are in the office today and they're both very pleasant.
Side note: a dude just came into the office wanting to know if we had any vehicles for sale and my man reeked of pot. Like... I cannot get it out of my nose now. 🤢