So I was making coffee this morning when this happened:
Coworker: Amy, I figured out who you should model your life after.
Me: Jesus?
Co: No. Aren't you Russian?
Me: No, but what does that have to do with-
Co: That writer from tv.
Me: Oprah?
Co: Is she a writer?
Me: What isn't she? She beat my marathon time.
Co: No, not her. That older lady with the really neat outfits and she solves things. Not Murphy Brown but...
Me: I hope it's not what I'm thinking. I'm not sixty you know.
Co: Murder She Wrote.
Me: Uh...
Co: Yes! You need to be like her.
Me: How did you mix her and Murphy Brown up?
Co: You know she just has this house in Maine and sits and writes. Everything is so neat.
Me: I sit when I write too.
Co: See! You can solve little town murders and write about them and everything is neat. You know you don't have messy murders, just cute little ones.
Me: Cute murders?
Co: Yeah, that you can write about. Nice ones.
Me: Wait, do you want me to solve murders or write about them?
Co: Oh, both I guess. And you should wear cute outfits.
Me: I am wearing a cute outfit.
Co: Not as cute as Angela Lansbury.
Well obviously Mrs. Coworker. What's cuter than Angela Lansbury?
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