In keeping with my tradition of totally inappropriate and doomed crushes, I'm currently fixated on a ridiculous cutie in the office. Imagine a Wallace and Gromit character . . . but, really cute. Don't judge! I'm this guy's boss, and I am not at all interested in doing the Bollywood remake of "Disclosure." But, today he came to work wearing the most obscenely provocative garment possible, as far as I'm concerned. A sweater vest!! An adorable, apparently soft and cuddly pull-over sweater vest. Why am I being tested? First winelessness, now this. I'm only flesh and blood, people. Just. Flesh. And. Blood.
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The sweater vest thing totally gets me every time. Yowsa.
Andy was a sweater-vester for awhile, but he's over that phase now. Have I ever told you the ripping up his sweater vest story?
I don't think so . . was this an act of lust or rage?
Oh Rage, definitely. I had made fun of him for a particular blue sweater vest, and one day he was about to put it on and I kind of smirked. He was already in a bad mood and so he just ripped it off, Incredible Hulk-like. I laughed for days.
Dear Lord! I hope you saved the scraps. That belongs in the Brown-Berlind museum of marital relics. I'm guessing Andy was in need of a snack at the time.
That is probably a safe bet.
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