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ciroccojChris was on call last night. Here's our :
Phone: ::ring ring::
Me: Hello?
Chris: Good morning!
Me: Good morning! What's up?
Chris: I'm almost done, be ready to leave at 9:05 from the Civic.
Me: OK, no prob, where am I taking you?
Chris: I'll need to stop by the Royal to pick up some stuff.
Me: OK, and then where?
Chris: Home.
Me: Home?
Chris: Yeah.
Me: As in, our home?
Chris: Yeah.
Me: And then where?
Chris: Nowhere. I'm coming home.
Me: (long pause, waiting for the punch line) Hon?
Chris: Yeah?
Me: Aren't you going to work?
Chris: No.
Me: Hon, it's Monday.
Chris: Yeah, but I'm post-call.
Me: Yeah...
Chris: I'm in the Adult [adult psychiatry] system now, remember? We get to go home post-call.
Me: Oh!
Chris: Oh!
Me: Oh, cool!!
Chris: (laughing at me) Yeah, I thought so too. I'll see you at 9:05.
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Justin helped me to cook this morning, and opened a can of stewed tomatoes with the can opener for the first time ever. Very proud of himself, he said, "All right!! Whenever you want a can opened, ask me, because I'm the Man!!"
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Bought myself a swimsuit today, paid about $20 less than I thought I was going to pay, and actually felt pretty good in it. Lingerie and swimsuit shopping don't normally agree with me. I always walk in thinking I look pretty good and end up leaving the store feeling like perhaps I ought to wear a large burlap bag over myself to spare innocent bystanders the extreme eyesore that is me.
So, finding a relatively cheap, relatively attractive swimsuit, to replace the blue thing I've worn for about 7 years and hated for about 6 of those years? Is a Good Thing.
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Phone: ::ring ring::
Me: Hello?
Chris: Good morning!
Me: Good morning! What's up?
Chris: I'm almost done, be ready to leave at 9:05 from the Civic.
Me: OK, no prob, where am I taking you?
Chris: I'll need to stop by the Royal to pick up some stuff.
Me: OK, and then where?
Chris: Home.
Me: Home?
Chris: Yeah.
Me: As in, our home?
Chris: Yeah.
Me: And then where?
Chris: Nowhere. I'm coming home.
Me: (long pause, waiting for the punch line) Hon?
Chris: Yeah?
Me: Aren't you going to work?
Chris: No.
Me: Hon, it's Monday.
Chris: Yeah, but I'm post-call.
Me: Yeah...
Chris: I'm in the Adult [adult psychiatry] system now, remember? We get to go home post-call.
Me: Oh!
Chris: Oh!
Me: Oh, cool!!
Chris: (laughing at me) Yeah, I thought so too. I'll see you at 9:05.
Justin helped me to cook this morning, and opened a can of stewed tomatoes with the can opener for the first time ever. Very proud of himself, he said, "All right!! Whenever you want a can opened, ask me, because I'm the Man!!"
Bought myself a swimsuit today, paid about $20 less than I thought I was going to pay, and actually felt pretty good in it. Lingerie and swimsuit shopping don't normally agree with me. I always walk in thinking I look pretty good and end up leaving the store feeling like perhaps I ought to wear a large burlap bag over myself to spare innocent bystanders the extreme eyesore that is me.
So, finding a relatively cheap, relatively attractive swimsuit, to replace the blue thing I've worn for about 7 years and hated for about 6 of those years? Is a Good Thing.
And no, the Subject line has nothing to do with the entry.
Great big "woohoos" all around!
Date: 2004-06-08 07:02 pm (UTC)And another woohoo for the bathing suit! I agree completely. I spend most of my days thinking I'm looking pretty good. But a bathing suit store operates on some non-Newtonian physics plane of existence.
Sarah
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Date: 2004-06-09 11:21 am (UTC)I'll have to share that one with him - bonded serfdom. Heee.
But a bathing suit store operates on some non-Newtonian physics plane of existence.
Doesn't it? It's so bloody depressing!