H: People wondered if you were Mr. Poopy Pants.
B: I am NOT poopy!
H: I know that! You’ve just been laying low and the masses are starting to wonder where you’ve gone. They need an update.
B: Tell them I’m still trying to get into your pants.
H: Ha! No good. I’m wearing a skirt today. Not pants.
Is true that B has been laying quite low these days as is one v. busy B. B and Thin Blonde Girlfriend are making the leap to live-in lovin’ soon. A hearty congratulations is due and a welcome to the world of the grown ups. Am not part of said world, so imagine someone else had better do the welcoming.
As is Meeting Monday, had to dress like am part of grown up world, and thus, clad in suit jacket and slightly irresponsibly short skirt, feel something like a flight attendant. Coffee? Juice? Sir, could you please fasten your seat belt for take off?
The real Mr. Poopy Pants has requested lunch meeting sometime this week. Am not certain that am up to such a task, but will have a pre-lunch cocktail as insurance.
When faced with the Poopy Pants in my world, I feel like carrying one of those old man walking sticks with a hidden flask in them. Oh yeah, bring on the bourbon!
Office policy here mandates a cocktail-free work environment. In essence, if we imbibe during the lunch hour we’re told not to come in. Am thinking this is the most ingenious way to crack into that whole half-day schedule I’ve been searching for.
No pants at all? Naughty, naughty…
Oh, the fun that can be had with englishisms/americanisms… skirt but not pants?!
How could anyone think that B was Mr.PP?? B has always been lovable, funny, punny, and witty. He has never come off as the bipolar type. (I assume I’m right in thinking this is the same B from way back in the J days?)
oh. im crushed!! :p
Something fun about wearing smart looking business jacket paired with slightly inappropriate skirt. ‘Cause you look professional from the waist up but then… hoh HO!
pre lunch cocktails are the best insurance i can think of. beats the hell out of that afflac duck.