I carved another almond today. She’s supposed to have angel wings but… suffice it to say I did my best. Wings are not my forte.
After I carved her, she got glum. She told me she’d been prettier as an almond. I told her she’d be prettier if she didn’t pout. Now she’s sulking on my desk next to the bling and the creepy monkey.
I take anything she does with a grain of salt. She’s a bit of a nut.