My body is on New Zealand Time, my head is on Eastern Standard Time and my stomach has gotten stuck on Lunch Time.
Anyway, a quick email conversation from Friday…
Me: (something work related)… and I’m starting to feel like I’m getting my mojo back.
She: (something work related)… ah, me = no mojo
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Kryptonite kills mojo, often in a very delightful manner. That also causes hunger. Perhaps you meant that all to be put together and I am the nit-witted "Dr. Obvious"? Anyway, see if Mrs. Kryptonite is in the mood to get you fed, now that she has absorbed your mojo… Well, that is what I would do. (Remind her that it will replenish your mojo so you can feed her kryptonite.)
Good luck on recovering from travel brain.
There was no absorbing of mojo. Cute and all, but I'm married.
However, Kryptonite and Betaization make interesting metaphors…
Oh, no problems. I thought she was the Mrs. I'm lost I guess, but I am comfortable here.