An office husband/wife is a member of the opposite sex from the office who you hang out with the most. The three of us all hang out a lot - she's one of the few women I know who can match me drink for drink - and we lucked out cuz we all live within 10 blocks of each other, so in and out of the office we hang. I've gotten into many Yanks/Sox fights with her and he's always chiming in about his sucky-ass Orioles - to which we will stop and tell him to piss off before we start fighting again.
But last night we hugged over the defeat of a common enemy...the enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that.
Besides, they have cootie shots for this sorta thing, right?
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
