Soooooo. My favorite coworker/best friend/muse has been exiled to our Tulsa office until early summer 2013. This is of course depressing and has resulted in constant IM chats (we try to keep discussions of our periods and annoying coworkers to gmail and work topics to the company-sponsored chat client), long phone calls about topics superficially related to work, and an inordinate number of texted pictures.
Sometimes all at once. Yeah. It’s happened.
I sent the following picture yesterday afternoon with the message, “Drinking tea and thinking of you.”
She sent back, “Are you calling me a slut?”
That’s right, people. Who’s noticed that Tulsa spelled backwards is “A Slut?” We learn new things every day.
