Bag spotting and soufflé making

L: Did u see that lady’s bag?
P: No. Why? Is it nice or ugly?
L: Ooh it’s nice.

I walk over to B’s office pretending to look for something

B [in uncalled for grumpy voice]: What do you want?
P: Nothing. I just came over here so I can walk back and check out that lady’s bag. So this is a fake conversation.
B: What lady?
B: Oh did I tell you I hate my job?
P: Yeah. Me too

I walk back casually glancing in bag lady’s direction.

L: Did you see?

Mmm hmmm, I nod approvingly.

L: Where do you think it’s from?
P: I don’t know but it’s fabulous [I say, sounding very Jay Manuelesque*]
L: Would it will be weird if I asked her where she got it?
P: No. But pretend you just saw it and you love it.
L: Okay

I walk back to my seat all satisfied with my grand accomplishment for the morning.

It’s been a half hour and I’m still dreaming about the bag.

I WANT IT!!!

I would also like to announce that I was tricked [by my mother] into making five large trays of pineapple soufflé last night. Originally I was going to make one tray which then became two and then three and then five. I felt like a freakin caterer. 40 eggs were used in the process. 40! But I did feel all professional when I got done. I gloated to Soupie [who taught me how to make it] about it and she was very proud of me. It’s the only thing I can make but I make it well. Don’t tell her but I think my soufflé is better than hers.



Voila!