Mmm, Morrison

I would turn lesbian for Jennifer Morrison.

It hasn't been a great day for us. We bickered constantly and intermittently until Jez crossed the line by chewing on a large bite of mince wrap for five minutes and forcing the soggy product of salivary amylase digestion into my mouth.

Thinking back, I'm amazed that I had decided to swallow it in consideration for his bed linen. Neither did I want to return the muck to his mouth. Not that he would have let me if I tried.

I was amused that today, out of all the days, the pharmacists picked on me for being so head-over-heels in love. I don't suppose they caught a glance of me sending Jez almost-threatening SMS's or practically throwing his chocolates into the gift box. I suppose the mere gesture of messaging him at all or intending to give him chocolates is enough for them to assume that I'm smitten out of my mind.

"Are you inviting us to your wedding?" John asked.

"Why, would you guys come?"

"Of course. We'd go anywhere for free food."

"Well there won't be any. You're paying for it."

"Don't worry Annie," said Mirjana. "You're going to be a well-paid pharmacist."

John nodded in agreement.

I stopped attending to the dispensary bin and stood up.

"Can I have one of your pharmacies then?"

"For how much?"

"For nothing. Just give it to me."

John summoned Harsha to the dispensary and scolded her for her negative influence. Earlier today when the Homy Ped rep was training us for the winter range, Harsha demanded that we each receive a free pair of shoes.

I feel almost obliged to write "happy 9 months babe" before ending the post. But it hasn't been happy. Who cares. We made it this far. You must realise that somebody who half-willingly ingests your processed mush must love you beyond words.

So go nom nom on your chocolates.