clever puns: the true way to my heart

I've been sitting here for quite a while trying to come up with some clever line or segue-able anecdote to start off this post, but every time I click the cursor in the window, all that comes out is "GUSH GUSH GUSH GUSH GUSH GUSH." And it is just too close to lunchtime for all of that business. I don't need anyone ralphing up their PBJ on their keyboard.

So here's the cause of all that excessive gushing: Mr. Risky Business surprised me at work today. The mind reels at the number of extremely favorable boy behaviors this demonstrates. At the very least you've got 1.) Surprises (and also sub-category 2.1, Surprises on Non-Traditional Occasions); 2.) Public Displays of (Non-Traditional) Affection; 3.) Thoughtfulness; and 4.) Creativity. And also many others that fall under the all-purpose category of Being Really Effing Cute.

Now, you will more fully appreciate item number 4 on that list when I share with you what was in the box. There was a card on top, which on the front read: "I would tell you to 'break a leg!' but in four-inch red heels that seems all too possible, so..."

And on the inside: "I'll go with the safer 'knock their socks off, girl!'"

Inside the box? A pair of cozy thigh-high Tiger blue American Apparel socks.

Go ahead. Be J.

The timing of it all was absolutely perfect, since our dress rehearsal last night had left me pretty frazzled and my commute to work was a running-on-fumes thrill ride in which I finally made it to a gas station only to find that the unleaded pumps all had plastic bags over them and the station across the street wanted NINE CENTS A GALLON more, which I swore about profusely as I was stuck waiting for traffic to clear so I could cross the street, all the while terrified that the green bean would sputter to a stop right then and there.

And just when I was convinced my mood was terminal, surprise! Who walks through the door but Mr. Risky Business. And I turn 45 shades of bright red. And tell him about the horrible gas situation. And just about the only other thing I could manage was to tell him over and over again how cute he was. But I haven't even shared with you yet what might be the very cutest thing. In a fabulous ode to his code name, he'd come up with a contingency plan for the possibility that I'd be out of the office when he stopped in.

My package came with its own courier form, professionally designed and filled in with all the relevant information, from none other than Risky Business Courier Service.

cheers,
elizabeth