I don't know whether he looked more like a gay Musketeer or the illegitimate love child of Friar Tuck and Falstaff. So can someone please explain to me why I completely freak out when she gets within 10 feet of an unpeeled grape?
Now, Boss Lady and I are discussing redoing our kitchen.
During the total gut renovation of our apartment a few years ago, we ran out of money before we got to the kitchen.
However, as usual, I've got some random things on my mind so I thought I'd spew them out all at once. Then, he proceeds to tell me about how he and his whole family dress up in costume and speak in medieval tongue EVERY weekend.
He was a really nice guy so we started shooting the shit about non-work related topics. You know, spend a few hours outdoors, drink a few beers, watch a joust.
So we've decided that we're just going to save some money and have someone professionally renovate our kitchen.