1) Today, I called my mom to congratulate her on being married to my dad, aka The Grinch, for 31 years.
Me: Hi. Happy anniversary!
Five second pause.
Mom: Who is this?
I guess she’s not accustomed to me sounding chirpy. I guess I take after my father in this aspect …
2. A few nights ago, I found myself awake at two in the morning to find the resident bergie (homeless man) standing outside my window. He was having an argument. With himself. Yes, my neighbourhood has lots of character.
3. Today my brother heads off for a 3 week stint around South East Asia. I am both excited and absolutely terrified for him.
4. Rejoice, people. After “living” (some might call it squatting) in my apartment for almost 2 weeks, I FINALLY have a fridge. I also have a future brother-in-law. The two stories are unrelated. My future brother-in-law didn’t simply look at my fridge and think, “Hmmm, Sid has a nice fridge. I think I should marry her sister.” Although THAT would make an excellent blog post.
Congrats to my pretty sister AND her lovely fiancé.
#4 would have made quite the story indeed had it been based on the contents of your fridge.
There’s nothing wrong with Plumstantia! Stop hating
Suki: I highly doubt that the contents of my fridge (eggs and butter) would illicit anything more than pity.
The Great One: … Yesterday morning, I went for a run and nearly stepped on a berghie. A few days earlier, I was lucky enough to witness a break-in. Oh and let’s not forget the ladies of the night.
A bergie is a homeless man? I never new. It’s time for googling.
Rassles: Yep, the definition of bergie made it too Wikipedia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bergie