Highlights of my day so far:
- Went to Woolworth's to buy some chicken breasts. As I was waiting, ticket number 33 in hand, a local Council inspector went behind the deli counter unannounced and points his little temperature measuring widget at the breasts, then wrote the result in a book. As he moves onto the seafood, the deli supervisor nips over to the butchery to warn them to get ready for the surprise visitor. Exciting stuff.
- Dropped in at the local op-shop before going to the gym. I scored a Miss Sixty tshirt for $2, a Little Golden Book and two Spot books for 20 cents each, a Royal Doulton cake serving dish for $6 and a Magic 8 ball for 50 cents. Not sure why I bought the Magic 8 ball though.
- Did my workout. Background music in the gym included shit by Madonna, Rogue Traders and a Donna Summer disco version of Macarthur Park. I hate it when I forget to take my MP3 player.
- The post contractor dropped off a fucking great big parcel from the States ten minutes ago. I still haven't opened it. I am enjoying the suspense.
- I vacuumed up all the sand that infiltrates the house that Miss Three brings home from daycare.
Yawn. Life is such excitement.
4 comments:
Hey! At least you left the house.
That's true. I remember only too well how just getting out of the front door was a major achievement.
I just remembered what else I saw at the op-shop - a complete set of People's Friend annuals from 1967 to 2003. But I didn't buy them because you never know what germs little old ladies leave on their books.
What is People's Friend? It sounds very Maoist. There are no good op shops around here. It is a shame because the charity bins are overflowing with designer gear but I don't know where it all goes. I *may* have picked up a few pieces not actually in the bins and *may* have found some perfect baby clothes with the tags still on.
My babe has decided to sleep all day and he deserves a rest after his vaccinations yesterday. So cleaning the toilet AND negotiating high-powered contract positions is where I'm at today. I'm so gunna bust some glass ceilings.
OMGOMG!! I went to the gym too!
I'm really looking forward to getting so buff that I can walk around pointing to my arm, saying: "How do you like THEM apples?!" It will be glorious.
OMGOMG!! People's Friend! Those could have been my mother's magazines. You know, if she lived in a different part of the country and had been reading them since she was (I dunno, I'm shit at maths and she won't tell me her real age) 6 or something.
I probably will forget to say it - so happy Mother's day for Sunday ladies. My pa and I are taking Ma out for lunch. Yep. Pretty lame present. Our present is pretty much not to piss her off with our arguing.
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