Winnie's Hubby

Yes, today has been a slow day here at the office. That's why I am on post #3. But I could not resist this conversation I just overheard.

WINNIE THE POOH: So my husband goes through, like, these phases.

OTHER SANE SECRETARY: Oh really? What do you mean?

WINNIE: Well, right now he is in his Forrest Gump phase. He refers to me as "Jenn-nayy" and tells me to "ruuuun!" and eat "choc-o-lots."

SECRETARY: Reeeeally.

WINNIE: I mean, that's better than the phase he was in last February when we got married. That's when he was in his Michael Jackson phase, and he'd grab his crotch a lot and scream "OWW!" and all that.

SECRETARY: [no words, just what I'm assuming is a stare of utter disbelief]

[Special note: it does not currently smell like old lady. So Winnie and the normal secretary are not the nostril offenders.]