Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
Lost for you I’m so lost for you
Pam pushes the front door open with her shoulder and yells “You are in so much trouble right now!” The words are barely out of her mouth when she realizes that he has the stereo on so loud that he’s never going to hear her. She knows he’s probably in the guest bedroom playing Jim the Handyman. They’re hosting their first party this evening and they both have a list of things to accomplish.
J P
Hang new blinds in bdrm party food + mixers (see grocery list)
install ceiling fan wine, beer, vodka
hang lights on patio cups, plates, napkins
hose down patio furniture pick up karaoke machine
She puts the ice in the freezer and stocks the fridge with beer and soda and white wine. The rest can wait, because he is going to get it. She pulls the grocery list from the pocket of her jeans, looks at it again and snorts out a laugh. She’d thrown the list in her purse before she left for the store, not even looking at it, so she was surprised to see his half-printing/half-writing scrawl underneath her neatly printed list.
Veggies and dip
Pickles, olives, mustard
Tortilla chips
Salsa
Mini-pizza stuff
Buns
Burgers
Hot dogs
Brownie mix
Astroglide – hey, you never know
Puppy – haven’t you always wanted a puppy?
Twister, vegetable oil – WHAT?
The Best of Yanni
Pickled Pigs Feet – I promised Dwight
Large Vibrating Egg – I promised Angela
Crotchless Panties – for you!!!
Handcuffs – technically for you, but really for me (see above)
Four fried chickens, a Coke, and dry white toast – Pam, you’re on a mission from God
XxXx
She heads for the bedroom but stops halfway down the hall when she sees his reflection in the mirror. He’s up on the ladder, tightening the screws on the ceiling fan. Bare-chested, he’s wearing khaki shorts that are settled low on his hips and he's shaking his groove thing as much as he can manage without falling off the ladder. He’s got a baseball cap on backward and 36 hours of stubble on his face. Even though he’s got 3 or 4 screws stuck in his mouth he is still managing to sing:
It’s crazy, I’m thinking
Just knowing that the world is round
And here I’m dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down?
Is this real or am I dreaming?
Pam watches him from the hallway and thinks, ‘is he real or am I dreaming?’ As the song starts to build to its crescendo, he takes the screws out of his mouth and hangs on to the top of the ladder. He throws his head back and belts out:
It’s crazy, I’m thinking
Just as long as you’re around and I'm here
I’ll be dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down?
She’s caught him in a private moment of pure Jim joy. She thinks, who can resist that? And then her arms are around his knees and she joins him:
To each other, we’ll be facing.
My love, my love, we’ll beat back the pain we’ve found.
You know, I mean to tell you all the things I’ve been thinking, deep inside, my friend.
With each moment, the more I love you
“Aw, Beesly, that was awesome! We should sing that tonight!”
“Well, I’d love to do that, Halpert, but I think I’m going to be pretty busy setting up the Twister game.”
“Whoops.”
“Yeah, "whoops," my ass. Of course, how will I ever do that, Jim, if I’m handcuffed?”
“Oh, those are for later.”
“Mm hmm.
“You did get those, right?”
He steps off the ladder and wraps his arms around her, lifts her up and gives her a huge, smacking kiss on the lips. The kiss is broken when they both start laughing. He lets her slide down the front of him and she puts her hands on her hips and tries her best to give him a threatening look.
“You made me snort in the grocery store.”
“Very unladylike, Pam, the snorting. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”
Pam just shakes her head at him and heads back to the kitchen to get everything ready and he yells down the hall at her back.
“Hey! Where’s my puppy?”
