I don't even know what to tell you about the conversations I get into with my boss. Yesterday we somehow started talking about if you'd cut us open, what would be inside.
"Well, if you cut me open, you'd find glitter and kittens," I said. Then we decided if you cut open my coworker Griff, you'd find kvetching and pears.
"What would we find if we cut you open?" I emailed to Ned.
"Black beans, beer and bitterness," wrote Ned.
I texted with Hulk last night, I text with Hulk (that never gets old) and I forgot to ask him. I have the feeling he'd say, "Uh. Bones and intestines."
If we cut open Gwynneth Paltrow--and can we?--we'd find quinoa and smug.
Anyway, what about you? If we cut you open, what would be in there?
