Standing over a co-workers desk after a long, loopy day at work. We’re looking at website after website, trying to find the perfect photographer to shoot the perfect portrait on a perfect California soundstage.
An image of rows and rows of garden gnomes popped up. I squealed.
“You like garden gnomes, I see,” my co-worker smirked.
“I’m a little obsessed with them right now,” I agreed.
“They’re kinda creepy,” he glanced sideways at me.
“No…they’re great. My boyfriend thinks they’re creepy too, but I keep trying to change his mind.”
“That sounds kind of kinky,” he laughed.
“Yea, I’ve been told that under no uncertain terms will I be bringing a garden gnome into bed with us.” I quipped, without thinking.
“I see,” my coworker looked afraid.
“I MEANT, he has a garden, and I think a gnome would look good in it,” I stammered.
He just raised his eyebrows and changed the subject.
Too late. My co-worker now thinks I have some weird garden gnome sex fetish. Awesome.
2 comments:
I am sure you made his day... he probably had really f-ed up dreams. :)
I guess I shouldn't tell him about my threesome the other night with Igby the Cat and Butterscotch the Bear.
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