Last week I babysat The Burp's boys, Bay Leaf and Machiavelli, and I thought that maybe something magically funny would happen and I could turn it into blog content. It was a fun evening, but not bloggable. Sorry, boys; sometimes that's just the way it goes.
Today I walked down to Subiaco and I half-hoped that something memorable would happen, but it didn't.
The girl who is usually rude to me at the shop where I buy my iced mocho drink was semi-polite.
I got a blister under the second toe on my right foot. I took my mind off it by thinking about how Grumpy would pick me up after work and maybe we'd go to The Sicilian for their $10 pasta and pizza night.
Then Grumpy rang and said the car had a flat tyre and he couldn't give me a lift.
Maybe someone will look at me funny on the bus on the way home. I don't know.
1 comment:
Blisters are bloggable.
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