The other day, Gary was waiting for me to wrap up something at work so we could go to lunch together. Entertaining himself in my office, he grabbed my pen and decided to make some edits to the to-do list sitting on my desk.
When I glanced over at him and noticed him scribbling away, I asked, “What are you writing on my list?”
He put the pen down, looked up with big, faux-innocent eyes, and said angelically, “Nothing.”
I had to see for myself. I grabbed my to-do list and saw this chicken-scratched at the bottom:
Go home and do things with Gary that are illegal in most states.
He laughed, then saw me scratching off his addition to my list and protested, “Hey, you haven’t done that one yet.”
Apparently I need to hide my to-do list and all writing tools the next time Gary is in my office.