Today as I stood at the traffic light waiting for the light to tun green, the cars stopped but the man remained red. I could have crossed, but I didn't, because I knew it was wrong. Then I thought to myself, just for fun, if I ever have twins (by some freak accident), I will tell one of them "Ok, Boy, when you see the red man, you can cross." , an watch they mayhem unfold as they both get older. I am morbid like that.
Some pretty pictures
The office girls strike a pose. One of my partners in crime. Badger Hoon, looking gorgeous in her vintage inspired zebra frock with our resident bundle of oozing cutness, Belle.
Obligatory department picture A third of the girls in our dept. The Boss is on my right in the photo. As I put my arm around her waist, it occured to me, that picture taking is one circumstance where personal space is completely invaded by people you do not necessarily like or know, but is acceptable. Another invasion would be lift taking, but that is less acceptable. Anyway, another night.
Bub Bye
Some pretty pictures
The office girls strike a pose. One of my partners in crime. Badger Hoon, looking gorgeous in her vintage inspired zebra frock with our resident bundle of oozing cutness, Belle.
Obligatory department picture A third of the girls in our dept. The Boss is on my right in the photo. As I put my arm around her waist, it occured to me, that picture taking is one circumstance where personal space is completely invaded by people you do not necessarily like or know, but is acceptable. Another invasion would be lift taking, but that is less acceptable. Anyway, another night.
Bub Bye