quit bugging me...

I’m wiping tears away from my eyes, I’ve been laughing so hard. Kristin and I were over in Ben’s office, which everyone calls “Seattle” because it’s dark and grungy, hanging out and listening to the John Butler Trio. Yes, we do work, and very hard at that, but it’s so pretty out and we’re very caught up and I’m too exhausted to continue staring at my computer. We’ve been dodging this huge bug all day, ducking so as to miss its huge wingspan which knocks over coke cans and sideswipes our faces.
Anyway, the three of us are chatting away and I begin to bitch about this sponsor I hate. Every time Kristin tells me they’re on the phone, I cringe with the knot in my stomach and the knowledge that I’m about to get blamed for something. I’m going on and on, doing impressions of these dreadful people, warning of an on-coming tantrum and hatching plans to get them back. All of a sudden, the dreaded bug flies right up in my face. Simultaneously, my arms fly in the air, I let out a scream, I fall on my ass, and Ben throws himself out of his chair he’s laughing so hard...