Have you ever met someone that you want to squeeze the ever living breath out of every time you even think about them? I’m talking about getting two hands full of arm and wringing them out. Their life is in constant jeopardy in your presence because of their overwhelming cuteness. Well….I work with one such person. I like to call her jazzhands hotpants. She does this adorable thing right before she asks a question where she shakes her hands in typical jazz hands fashion but ALL the way down at her sides. Then as she waits for a response to her question her hands come up to her mouth. It’s so fucking adorable I sometimes leave marks on my palms with the effort it takes in restraining myself from pinching her.
It’s ok if this hasn’t happened to you yet. Someday it will. But you can’t have my jazzhands hotpants, you’ll have to get your own. And when you find them try to remember to squeeze them a third of the time that you get the urge. You have to meter that stuff out or they might think you’re a stalker.