Lizards again!

Well, those of you who know me, or know me via blip, will remember that I am a tad obsessive about the little geckos ...

when Lisa and I 'went to market' last night, there was a lovely jewellery stall selling rings and 'tings' and I was drawn to the shiny things (I was a magpie in a former life I think) - I wasn't going to buy anything and then I saw this wee beauty...

within 30 seconds, my money was out and myself and the lady stall holder were referring to the lizard on the ring as 'him' "Do you want him in a box?" - Lisa was as bemused as the gentleman stallholder who clearly thought us both utterly bonkers.

I've worn him all day today and he makes me happy!

And as for the tattoo, mentioned in the link above - I still haven't decided ...


On a side note, I managed to get my boss to snort beer out through his nose today. It was a momentous occasion, as in the past month he has managed to cause the same reaction in me to rude comments or suchlike, except its always been when drinking a hot cup of tea for me...and that burns. What caused the reaction? A conversation about spoons being used as a device for torture! I may elaborate further another time. But the conversation at the pub sometimes borders on lunatic dirtiness - today, he announced that he 'took his monkey out to show the counselling lady' - he was referring to these monkeys but of course we all decided he was being rude, and to 'dig himself out' he tried to clarify by saying it was his furry monkey. Even worse!
I love my job because the people I work with are fantastic!