Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

It was a rough week in BabaloonieLand.  Of course, that’s not a real name because that would be against the rules. Right, like we follow rules here at my uncle’s house.

Poor Mark, he got conked on the head with a two by four.  I managed to get the guy who did it, but I broke two nails in the process.  Now I need to make an appointment for a manicure, and that means making them all even because of the two that are broken. Darn it!

I got to spend the morning with blondie, the one whose name I dare not speak.  That’s a good line, someone ought to use it in a book or a movie.

Anyway, I’m officially smitten and a little afraid that someone will spot the way I ogle him.  I need to not do that, it’s very unlike a spy.  Oh, I mean a very observant and self-controlled woman.

That’s not really what I mean, but I do feel a little like a schoolgirl in love with her teacher.

Oh, wait, I’m not in love.  I just think he’s cute… you know, in a manly way.  He doesn’t like to be called cute, which makes me want to call him that even more.

Ha! Anyway, at least I’m no longer in Babaloonie Land.