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Today (A List of Happenings)

I woke up before my alarm. Poor sleep has been haunting our house for TOO LONG.

I felt sick enough to be grumpy, but not sick enough to skip work.

I had a cultural misunderstanding. G needs a dress-up costume for school later this week.
G's mom: You could be a Hanson brother!
Me: Yeah!! No one would get it but the teachers, but it'd be great! I love their new single. Well, I guess it's not new anymore...but it's great!
G's mom: What?
Me: Yeah, they're still making music. Crazy, hey?
G's mom: No, I meant the hockey players.
Me: Oh. (who're they?)

I went to the zoo.
C: What's that hanging down there?
Me: (trying to remain calm) Um, I think that's the rhino's penis.
C: Oh. What's that animal? (pointing elsewhere)
Me: It's a tapir.
C: I want to be a baby tapir.

I sang along to M.I.A.'s Paper Planes with a 3 year-old. It seemed wrong and yet adorable.
(I skipped some lyrics)

I enforced health and safety rules.
(after school, picking up G)
Me: Where'd you get the gum?
G: Well, originally the floor, but I washed it off first.
Me: No. Get rid of it. You don't eat gum off the floor.
G: But I washed it off really well!
Me: No. Out.

I worked late. I work late tomorrow too.

I noticed an attractive man on the streetcar. For some reason, his shoes caught my eye. Matte red loafers. Very good choice.

I felt gall bladder pain. All the fatty goodness of raclette, and the jars of clotted cream that Nadine brought home this weekend have finally caught up to me. I dislike this reoccurring gall bladder issue, but it does keep me eating healthy most of the time...

I did laundry. I sang about doing laundry. I don't understand why I love laundry. Tomorrow I will do more laundry at work, and I will not mind.

I continued to receive feedback and follow-up from my 26 Secrets party that surprises and astounds me. I am still processing it. I think it will take months for me to see what this all means, in my life and for others (okay, that part I may never see).

I blogged.


Lisa said…
I love doing laundry too! I find it so satisfying and relaxing. And you can do other things at the same time (talk to someone, listen to someone, watch TV, sing...).
Beth said…
folding laundry is the warmest, coziest chore on earth, I think.
Ariana said…
I find it horribly frustrating. I can never fold things straight enough or fast enough and it just drives me crazy. Which is why I never fold it. I leave my clean laundry sitting in the basket for weeks on end because I am a champion avoider.
keepfishing said…
You've never seen the film Slapshot?? Are you a hockey fan at all?? Do you not like Paul Newman?

G's mum is cool.
Beth said…
alasdair, i am a hockey "fan" in the loose sense of the word. not like your style of sports fan-dom...

and maybe someday I will see Slapshot.

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