The Catherinette Chronicles

Since Lit’l Smokey and I have both broken up with our significant others, we spend a lot of time bonding with one another.  And by “bonding with”, I mean “bitching too.”  First one of us will take a turn bashing the ex or talking about how sad we are, and then the other one goes.  It’s kind of healing in a way, plus it’s always a bonus talking to him because he’s just so darn cute.

Just like any other day for the last few weeks, Lit’l Smokey made his way to my cubicle.  There he was, sitting in my extra chair looking all dreamy and battered.  When I opened my mouth to say something comforting to him, I accidentally called him 3D. 

Oops…