It's O-week, and I wish I'd bought shares in instant noodle stocks. The poor young fellow next to me at Woollies today had a basket full of instant noodle pots, in a wide variety of flavours. I almost felt like giving him a dollar to buy an apple, if I didn't think he'd just use it for more noodle pots. I guess with that diet, the only kitchen stuff you need is a kettle and a fork...
I've been dusting off my art school hat, researching an application for a Churchill Fellowship, and trying to get my tax together, so nobody's seen very much of me this week. Art school isn't rich enough to have a whole O-week, they only have an O-day -- tomorrow -- and I'm going in to represent my studio complex and give a little powerpoint talk. Then I'm going back to the studio for the first time in DAYS to do some intensive cover-glueing.
Right now, though, I'm about to get changed into something loose and comfortable for my weekly Tai Chi class. I'm supposed to do some every day... I'm doing at least one or two exercises daily, but I've only managed the whole shebang a couple of times a week. Still, it's a start, and I refuse to beat myself up about it, as there are so many other things to take the punches for. Like the fact that I haven't clapped eyes on Zoe for at least three weeks, and we only live 200 frigging metres away from each other. And I haven't got the excuse of small children tugging at me for attention...
On the contrary, Bumblebee has started a whole new regime of independence, riding to and from school by himself! I have discovered that 3pm is TEH BEST time to do any banking or postal chores...
Ooh, BB has arrived home, damn, forgot to wrap myself in cling wrap to greet him at the door again. Dang. But I should at least go and greet him. Ciao!
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"The poor young fellow next to me at Woollies today had a basket full of instant noodle pots, in a wide variety of flavours"
No matter the (alleged) variety, they all smell like rotten egg gas or something like the pong of foetid rotting packets of 'Twisties'. (Anyone remember from rural primary school days, the smell of dead tadpoles?)
Chacun son gout. (But I suspect I'm being far too generous by allowing that much latitude.)
The only purpose I can see for instant noodle pots is as a pre-op procedure for a colonoscopy.
clingwrap? surely not - how pre 9/11. Tinfoil girlie, tinfoil. Remember all that glitters is not...
I can't get the clingwrap link open :( & feel like i'm missing something a bit special. It's not a Bad Boy Bubby link I'm assuming.
Damn, I thought I fixed that. It may work if you update your page, or you can just look here: http://www.ohiohistorycentral.org/entry.php?rec=1767
Nothing too exciting, just jumped into my head :)
The Delightful Nanna(tm) always schedules her PO/banking/shopping run for around 2:45pm - easy parking as all the school mummies leave for pick-up time ;-)
I groan because of course, one day I will be one...
That was quite a buildup, Duck - maybe you will get the clingwrap up another day.
I suspect it would take a fair amount of prep work...
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