"You're missing all the fun!" I tell him as he prepares to walk out the door. "After hours: that's when we gals whip off our bras and get crazy!"
"I'm sure," he chuckles and waves goodbye.
Alison, Rita and I are left to finish the pages and get them sent. Occasionally the three of us go for a meal and a beer together when the job is done. Last night we walked out of the office shortly after 7 and strolled over to T & T Café on Main Street. It was a glorious, calm evening, pretty dark already. You almost hated to go into another building after being inside all day.
|Alison and Rita agree: Damn that cold beer tastes fine.|
The kid who abhors my "silly" singing has posted something to his page: http://goldengrainfarm.blogspot.ca/p/love-letters.html.
I keep telling him we turn into our parents eventually.
Think this is evidence?