Today Kris and I are doing A Bit about Disappointed Turtle.
Readers, meet Disappointed Turtle,
Feel the shame
Kris thinks I should give people who don’t love JJ Fields as much as me the silent treatment (Ahem, Emily. Ahem, Kelsey). Even though in my office no one will know because we’re all silent all the time.
Kris: But Turtle will know. And he will judge.
Me: TURTLE KNOWS ALL. SEES ALL. JUDGES ALL.
Kris: EATS ALL (THE SEA SPONGES). JUDGES ALL (THE SEA SPONGES).
Me: TOO CHEWY. NOT ENOUGH FLAVOR. PUTTING ON AIRS.
Honestly, I could have continued speaking for Disappointed Turtle for another hour. Or at least several more minutes. But work intervened with its annoying tasks instead.
Having now seen JJ Fields in Austenland twice, he is possibly more my soup fantasy in it than in Soup (AKA Northanger Abbey).
FUCKING WHAT THE FUCK SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE