- 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
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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:
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Aw ... no Tudors? Pity. (denote sarcasm)
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased your troubles are only tiny! Mine are tiny too so we can be mildly confused together.
ReplyDeleteYou 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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ReplyDeleteFacebook is to blame and I'm finally catching up to you, too.
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