When I make mistakes at work, the only person it effects is this middle aged co-worker who happens to have a pretty bad case of Empty Nest Syndrome and IWG. (I Want Grandkids. This is known to suddenly effect people who STILL have children living at home but seem to need more birdhouses to build. Or maybe they just like collecting Barney tapes.)

Anyway. It all started when I made this one mistake that was going to create a bit, ok, allot more work for her. So, JOKINGLY, I offered to marry her son. The next mistake came with the price of grandchildren and by the time I finished my training, she had a whole filled daycare promised to her. And a lifetime supply of cookies. This was all fine and amusing, since her son was safely thousands of miles away in Oklahoma and he happens to be a good sixteen years older than me.

She has been hinting around that she wants me to date him, she thinks I walk on water, but, today, he came to visit. Which was fine, until she told me, loudly, that she had told him the ENTIRE grandchildren joke. AND SHE SERIOUSLY WANTED ME TO DATE HIM.

Another rather embarassing, even more so, was the fact I tell dating mishap stories to the office to amuse them, and she had relayed them ALL to him. And then asked for updates, while I was turning seventeen shades of crimson, thinking up an explanation why I COULD NOT HAVE CHILDREN, without referencing them to my blog.


And he was cute too, dammit.