Ange puts on a Sapphire-Blue Sundress
“God, this editing job is boring me senseless.”
Ange went to the liquor cabinet to grab a gleaming-blue bottom of Bombay Sapphire (even though she’d told herself that she wouldn’t drink today).
“Maybe I can make it more fun by taking a swig of Gin every time I see a colon misused (bastards!)…”
It was only at this point that Ange realized she was talking to herself.
“Well, who cares?”
Talking to yourself is a sign of impending insanity…
“No, it’s not!” She muttered, staring at the jewel-wreathed portrait of Queen Victoria on the Bombay bottle (no particular reason).
She sighed. “Back to work. You know, I should really be grateful to be a freelancer, editing news articles from home. Other people need to leave their houses and put pants on to work!”
Highly undignified. Do you not feel shameful?
“Well, a little bit. Maybe I’ll just put on a sundress.” Ange pattered up the stairs, pulled a blue, flowered dress off a hanger, and onto herself. She sat back down at her desk.
Much more becoming.