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Friday, 26 August 2011

Troubles, tiny troubles

I'm having a pretty nice life this week.  But there have been a few disconcerting things:
  • I ate a crunchy apricot
  • I can't get out of my head a horribly racist ditty my mother taught me when I was a kid, and when a song about a "poor old Chinaman, his name was Chingchaluchalan" was just something you sang to the little guys if they were cranky
  • when Dave left for his Newfoundland holiday, he didn't come back even once for things he might have forgotten, and I was left, pathetically, standing by the door until about the time he got on the highway
  • I realized that the only potentially-dangerous shoes I have left are the towering sequinned blue wedge heels I wore to Emily's wedding
  • I remembered with a stunning crash that there will be no season première of The Tudors in September
  • none of my favourite bloggers got read and I felt only mildly guilty, but I know that Facebook is to blame 
  • we're out of chocolate chips and I didn't even notice
What is the world coming to?

5 comments:

  1. Aw ... no Tudors? Pity. (denote sarcasm)

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  2. I'm pleased your troubles are only tiny! Mine are tiny too so we can be mildly confused together.

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  3. You really are blessed!!! However, I do know that minor annoyances can be just as nerve-wracking as big ones. I'm dithering about the hurricane heading toward my daughter and some blogging friends as well as the idiots in Congress who want to let me starve. I hope prayer works!!!!

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  4. Facebook is to blame and I'm finally catching up to you, too.

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