Another Installment Of.....
Trading Places: The Michele Way
Have you ever, in some random moment, thought it might be amusing to trade places with someone else? No, me either. But, for the sake of everything that follows in this post, let us pretend that you have.
Who are you going to change places with? Me, of course.
What, if you were me, you would be doing in the next ten minutes: Calling your mother because she left you an urgent sounding message saying "phone me as soon as you get this." Reminding yourself that the last urgent sounding message from your mother was a question about paprika. Stroll to the kitchen, open the fridge, and be somewhat disappointed that some new edible delight has not magically appeared. Walk back to your desk and leave a comment on your own blog - in the hopes that someone special might read it and know that you are flirting with him. Finally, decide that now is the perfect time to go to the market, because for some unexplainable reason, edible delights seldom appear as if by magic, despite wishing it to be so.
Yes, if we traded places for ten minutes, starting right now, that is what you would be doing.
Assuming that "starting right now" is the moment that you read this, please tell me, what will I be doing for the next ten minutes, if we were to trade places?

