>> Pearl the First
My head is all sweaty. I was wearing a bald wig most of the morning. (One of those things that look like swimming caps, to make it seem, to the unobservant or very small children, that you have no hair.) It was part of a long-running joke in my office, regarding a guy who shaves his head because HE WANTS TO. Not because he is going bald. Because he WANTS to. Mmmmmm. When he came in this morning, there must have been a dozen of us wearing bald wigs, diligently working away. When he got to his own desk, he found a giant curly afro wig. The gods are cruel.
>> Pearl the Second
My Brown Dog is making unhappy hooting sounds. Mr. T is not home yet and the Brown Dog really really wants to see him. The Brown Dog is a giant sap. (The Black Dog wants to see him too, but he is asleep jammed up against the front door. Smarter than the average bear.)
>> Pearl the Third
Earlier today, in a lunchtime location – -
Shine: Do you like my beanie?
Jac: [notices black nondescript beanie] I do.
Shine: It was $80.
Jac: Holy crap.
Shine: I know. Don’t tell anyone.
Jac: Honestly? No one would believe me.
Shine: That’s the beauty of it!
