News from the garden
I just bought something called a tree fern. It looks like a regular fern but it will grow to be TEN FEET TALL! So when I’m having a Liv Tyler in LOTR moment, I can go and stand under it and pretend I’m a tiny pixie.
News from the gym
I accidentally went into the men’s changeroom again. It’s the third time I’ve done it. The problem isn’t that I’m turning into some kind of “Oops I did it again” voyeur/pervert. The issue is that the designer of the change rooms screwed up. The entrances to the two change rooms are reversed. Shouldn’t the women’s be on the right side? That’s how it was at my old pool. The worst part is that every time I make the mistake, I giggle uncontrollably for about five minutes afterwards but I have no one to tell because people in changerooms are naked and they don’t want strangers making small talk.
News from the bus stop
There was a most excellent guy sitting at the bus stop on Uplands near Rutherford today. He had at least 12 pieces of toilet paper stuck to the shaving cuts on his face. But he looked nice, you know. Like he was really making the effort.
News on the snack front
Last night, soon after I began watching Little Nicky on Superstation, I jumped in my car and drove at top speed to the local theatre. There I bought a large bag of margarine-drenched movie popcorn and raced home and ate as much of it as I could. To spread the negativity around a bit, I gave half the corn to James when he got home. When asked, I denied that there was “extra butter” on it. I felt this was an acceptable falsehood because it wasn’t real butter. The molasses-quick girl behind the popcorn counter (her extravagant lack of speed made me miss over 15 minutes of Little Nicky!) informed me that they were out of real butter. When I told her that was okay, I didn’t want extra butter, she nodded, smiled and added about 4 cups of margarine to the popcorn. And to think I could have eaten Anicka’s marvelous spicy olive oil popcorn and saved myself almost $6.
Next week I may have something profound to say here. But it’s doubtful.