‘Twas 2 Nights Before Christmas
There is a lot of stirring in the house …
My son is taking apart his Xbox controller – he started out with confidence then I heard from my bedroom him asking google “How to take apart an Xbox controller.” Which sent me into a fit of laughter, followed by a snarky retort from the other room.
I received some chocolate from my boss today … either I’ve just been SO sweet all year, or I’ve given the impression my desires for candy can only be quelled by 5lbs of it?
In other news – I’m going to Paris to meet my best friend.
Okay – so it’s this one:
We will be lunching this week.
I’m so very excited!
It occurred to me, after we decided to meet in the lobby, that it’s a big place! And they might even have more than one lobby.
Now, (are you sitting down?) I don’t have a cell phone.
So, once I’m in transit, there will be no way to communicate. No calls from the meeting place saying “I’m in the green chair next to the Parisian table.”
Time was decided upon, place – then I suggested we google the lobby and see where to meet.
My first email after we searched:
Thought I was pretty funny – but, she topped me:
This is why we’re friends.
Maybe I could just take the candy bar with me? There’s no way she could miss me.
The hairy raspberry
Had a hungry day today – which happened to coincide with an office meeting next door that had a veritable buffet in the break room. I tried the ‘I’ll just take half a donut, and some fruit’ route – but that didn’t last long. Half a donut and some fruit is an appetizer really.
I traveled back for another half a donut and some more fruit.
Whilst in a sugar stupor, I stared at the raspberries on my plate and wondered “why do they have hair?”
My first thought was, ‘oh – maybe to ward off pests and small critters from nibbling them while they’re growing’. But that hardly seemed a fair hand dealt by nature for the poor, defenseless, bald blueberries on my plate!
I obsess over things like this. I do. Anything I don’t know I HAVE to know.
In a moment of quiet at my desk, I guiltily Googled ‘why do raspberries have hair?’. (A sentence I never thought I’d type).
Well! It’s to help them seed. They are the remnants of the pistils, the female portion of the flower. Big let down. I wanted them to have some really bizarre secret life or something.
I didn’t wonder anything about my sandwich or chips. Didn’t wonder much about the Raisinets I wolfed down after my initial sugar high dissipated either.
Pretty sure I’m skipping dinner.