As if I needed proof beyond the fact that he’s put up with my obnoxiousness for over two years...
Here’s yet another reason why I know The Brit digs me: He has to go to Japan on business next week. And I get to go too.* Airfare covered by ff miles. Hotel covered by [Insert name of The Brit’s job here].
Nuh uh!! you say??
Ya huh!! I say.
I’m not precisely sure what I did to deserve this, but I have a feeling it might have something to do with the fact that I can stuff 13 full-sized marshmallows in my mouth and still say “chubby bunny.” (It’s a little-known fact.) Oh, and the fact that I can shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Woo hoo! Japan! In three days!
* My usual surgical residency schedule wouldn’t permit me to just fly by the seat of my pants like this. But since I’m on a research schedule these days (until June 2008) and much of the work I do can be done via the series of tubes, I can. And it’s a good thing, because I have a big seat. One that, thanks to spandex, fits into these pants. And I do like to fly by them.