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1) Yesterday The Publisher bought us all pizza for seemingly no good reason. I’m a big fan of pizza so I didn’t complain, but I still found it pretty odd. I’ve never known him to be overly generous (although he did give me my raise early), nor cheerful. I mentioned this fact in passing to a friend last night. His immediate response was, “He’s getting laid,” which would make perfect logical sense to someone who didn’t know his wife. Since I do know her, it wasn’t a likely explanation. Then it occurred to me: The Detroit Salesgirl is in town.
3) I’ve been having a lot of fun with The Silent Designer lately. He deserves to be a bit tortured for lying to me about the real reason he was looking for another job. As it turns out, he doesn’t know that I know about him and SuperJew, so I make comments about how sexy she is every now and then just to get a rise out of him. I love to watch him cringe. My favorite: “I wonder what SuperJew’s doing this weekend. I might call her up and see if she wants to hang out. You can tell that chick’s a pillow biter.”
By the way, I know I owe you minutes from the Group of Go-To Jewish Friends monthly meeting. I've just been really lazy about it. I'll try for this weekend or next week.