Kingsize me
Today was a day filled with domestic-type events, strange food, and lots of sport. Despite my having bought an alarm clock the other day, I seem determined never to set it, and woke up this morning at about 10am, having slept for some obscene number of hours. This of course means that I am unable to communicate with anyone from the company I work for, since they finish at 5:30pm which is 9:30am my time. I might as well just take the alarm clock back.
On dressing after my shower, I find a shocking anomaly in my underwear drawer; Bridget Jones underwear. Not belonging to her, you understand, but a type of knicker so big that a small elephant would fit in them. They must be my mother's. I deliberate over whether to wear them, then decide, in true Bridget Jones spinster style, that my chances of pulling with the knickers ON are..... zero, and the chances of pulling with them NOT on are......also zero. I wear the massive knickers. Which need to be rolled down somewhat in order that they don't show over my jeans.
Having spent some time yesterday battling the powers that be at Sears Department store downtown, in order to get hold of a duvet that is on offer, in the 'Special Offers' flyer, but not actually in the store (this does not seem logical to me), I ring them again this morning to see when they will get some in. And lo and behold, they have magically arrived, through the ether. The bastards. This means that I have to struggle back into town, and make my way back with a damn king size duvet (the offer means that all the sizes are the same price, so I'm buggered if I'm getting the smaller one). This I manage to do, adding a computer keyboard and the largest Raspberry scone I have ever seen to my bags, and fighting a number of school children on the bus who seem determined to box me in as far away from the exit doors as possible. Ok, this scone - it's not a scone. I mean I know everything is bigger here, but it was from Starbucks, at $1.70, and it was the size and shape of a slice of pizza, and as tall as a scone normally is. It has taken me the entire afternoon and evening to eat it. This is not bad, since for $1.70 it seems to be obscenely good value, but it just takes a bit of getting used to.
And of course, the highlight of the day, watching the Yankees get soundly thrashed by the Red Sox in the last game of the series, after pulling their way back from 3-0 down to win 4-3. I'm not a Red Sox fan, or a Yankees fan, but I have to say that watching the comeback was extremely exciting, and I was cheering for the Red Sox all the time. For the last six days, in fact. Sorry to any Yankees fans who are reading this.
And now, time for bed and my new duvet. Kingsize. Am I really that optimistic?!!
On dressing after my shower, I find a shocking anomaly in my underwear drawer; Bridget Jones underwear. Not belonging to her, you understand, but a type of knicker so big that a small elephant would fit in them. They must be my mother's. I deliberate over whether to wear them, then decide, in true Bridget Jones spinster style, that my chances of pulling with the knickers ON are..... zero, and the chances of pulling with them NOT on are......also zero. I wear the massive knickers. Which need to be rolled down somewhat in order that they don't show over my jeans.
Having spent some time yesterday battling the powers that be at Sears Department store downtown, in order to get hold of a duvet that is on offer, in the 'Special Offers' flyer, but not actually in the store (this does not seem logical to me), I ring them again this morning to see when they will get some in. And lo and behold, they have magically arrived, through the ether. The bastards. This means that I have to struggle back into town, and make my way back with a damn king size duvet (the offer means that all the sizes are the same price, so I'm buggered if I'm getting the smaller one). This I manage to do, adding a computer keyboard and the largest Raspberry scone I have ever seen to my bags, and fighting a number of school children on the bus who seem determined to box me in as far away from the exit doors as possible. Ok, this scone - it's not a scone. I mean I know everything is bigger here, but it was from Starbucks, at $1.70, and it was the size and shape of a slice of pizza, and as tall as a scone normally is. It has taken me the entire afternoon and evening to eat it. This is not bad, since for $1.70 it seems to be obscenely good value, but it just takes a bit of getting used to.
And of course, the highlight of the day, watching the Yankees get soundly thrashed by the Red Sox in the last game of the series, after pulling their way back from 3-0 down to win 4-3. I'm not a Red Sox fan, or a Yankees fan, but I have to say that watching the comeback was extremely exciting, and I was cheering for the Red Sox all the time. For the last six days, in fact. Sorry to any Yankees fans who are reading this.
And now, time for bed and my new duvet. Kingsize. Am I really that optimistic?!!
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