As per previous post, the Harvey Moron courier arrived and delivered the correct goods. I hid in my bedroom and let Noise deal with it because I figured I might be jinxing things...
25 minutes later Noise and Pencils have formed their rockband..... an excited Noise skips into my room and says, "Hey Ma, you gotta come check this out. You should sing with us. They've got oldies' music on it too!"
He was referring to I'm Just A Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus.
Circa - get this - 2000. I was umpty-something even then.
Noise was five.
Yep, it's a golden oldie all right.
I graciously declined his offer - I'm saving it up for the next time he won't get up in the morning... as a special surprise for him, you know...
It's Thursday which means despite tomorrow being a work day, my weekend officially begins this evening. Noise and Pencils are with the other parent so I'm .....gasp.... going out for a few bevvies after work.....
Seriously, possums, I'm not sure it's worth all the fuss. It meant having to select an outfit appropriate for a day in a courtroom and yet passable for cocktail hour in a bohemian-style bar - not an easy task when faced with the jumble sale that my wardrobe has become. It also involves carrying an extra bag with two pairs of shoes - not sure how I'll be feeling about boots/heels/flats at 6pm tonight - flats make my legs look fat(ter) but heels are hell to walk in for more than two minutes - and then there's the makeup, hair styling requirements, toothbrush and all that malarkey. Plus, I can't look as though I'm actually preparing to go out after work for fear of attracting too much attention from coworkers who have an annoying habit of expecting to be invited along..... really, it almost makes me want to race straight home and jump into my jim-jams and consume chocolate....
Life would be so much easier being a bloke, non?
This morning on the drive to school, I suggested to Noise that we all get "Snuggies" (Have you seen those hideous things currently being advertised on television? They just look like blankets sewn into horrible-looking dressing gowns worn backwards) - because on the ad it shows parents wearing them while watching the kids' soccer games and looking absolutely thrilled to be doing so.
"They look like idiots, Mum" he chuckled.
I'm so tempted.
Here's the link. I think we should all have one.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I'm just a middle-aged dirtbag baby.....
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14 Possums say:
I too was revolted by the advert for those ridiculous ponchos.
re 'socialising straight from work': this issue is an evergreen stand-by for glossy fashion mags.
they never solve it, nobody does.
think about hookers ... they have to do it the other way round
(to appear at the Mag after 'work', which in many cases is blowing their counsel as a contra.)
"Life would be so much easier being a bloke, non?"
Non. Life would be easier if you just didn't give a stuff about what other people thought. Like what I do. It's not a gender thing. It's just a 'why bother about the opinions of people inferior to yourself' thing.
Fleetwood's right Oz, we should never listen to him again.
On the topic of those unmentionables, I won't.
"Fleetwood's right Oz, we should never listen to him again."
You mean you ever listened to me in the first place, Witchy?
Not only should you get one of those hideous things, BUT you should have "Noise's Mom" embroidered on the front and back.
"Life would be easier if you just didn't give a stuff about what other people thought. Like what I do. It's not a gender thing. It's just a 'why bother about the opinions of people inferior to yourself' thing."
Words to live by!!!
I hate those things, disaster waiting to happen... I don't need any extra help to fall flat on my face ungraciously lol
Anyway, just flying through to wish you a very Happy, Happy Birthday! with much love and hugs from us :D
I'm giving her a virtual one for her birthday dear Antikva.
and a dozen virtual bottles of the best Bollinger
and love and wishing you many more really happy birthdays
BONNIE ANNEE
"I'm giving her a virtual one for her birthday..."
Sounds like fun, Annie. Can I watch?
FG, which is ironic really, given my place of employment amongst counsel et al... that's a big no to the hooker boots then...
Krystal, what a hoot of an idea. Can you embroider?
Antikva - come on, a bottle or two always helps nicely, I say...
Merci Brownie! A virtual one is better than the real thing, I say!
And no, Brian, you can't....
JahTeh,
What about appearing to listen whilst mentally doing a stocktake of the, say, the pantry?
The unmentionable - isn't that Brian also?
Oz, that's not ignoring Fleetwood, that's sex and yes, he is only unmentionable but unquestionably so.
Damn, there should be a 'not' in there before unmentionable, unquestionably so.
duly noted
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