I hate Tuesday nights . . no I really do. To the point that I'm looking for a course, a hobby, a pastime to occupy the hours between 7 and 10. DrummerBoy goes to band but before he does, he manages to decimate every room in the house with stray shoes, dirty washing, wet towels and infuse the entire house with garlic thanks to the 4:30pm pizza (he's landscaping again so comes home like a ravenous beast and devours whatever is available). ClareBear goes to the gym and invariably ends up at someone else's house for natter night, catching up on post weekend goss.
I still haven't learned. I drop into the shops on the way home, buy something nice for tea. Tonight Chicken Kiev and end up cooking for myself ThePrincess and two microwavable lunch boxes. Television is terrorist Tuesday with programs on Palestinians trying to cross the border, much in the same way as Mexicans run the gauntlet to get into the USA or a plethora and I mean plethora, on three channels of American crap such as CSI, SVU and NCIS . . .then the last station has the best offering . . Dancing with 'some celebrity you've seen on a magazine in the Dentist's surgery'. Gawd, it's so depressing. So I went back to the Bronze Horseman then realised that my glasses need upgrading and I can't read more than a chapter without my eyes watering. So, I see who's on Skype . . nobody . . check the blog . . . everyone's at Uni, work, tennis, watching CSI, SVU or NCIS or lying-in cos they're retired. So here I am at 9:14pm thinking I might as well go to bed. And the world thinks that Wednesday is hump day!
10 comments:
Hope you never have to experience enforced retirement!
Shouting at the walls is great, they don't answer back!
As I write this, I am looking at the queue in 9-1-1 for sandwiches, a queue which I am about to join. It is approximately fifty-five people long, and the Treebaluchas are painfully slow in serving people. I have a lecture in forty minutes.
That, mi amigo, is sickening beyond comparison.
But see? Your Tuesday is overwith, while mine is just now beginning. (I'm trying to cheer you up -- humor me...)
Go and clean your windows and think of me :)
Or send me the price of a return flight and I'll do them for you!!
No? Okay...
Grannymar: They don't leave a trail of destruction behind them either or put empty milk bottles back in the fridge!
Daz: Don't ever go to Disneyland then! I spent 2 hours in the Indiana Jones queue and no s'wich at the end!
WN: There are benefits to living in a different time zone . . .today is hump day!
K8: I would if I could . . I'd like to hear you go "eeeuwww" at my cobwebs and "uggh" at the doggy snot on my windows.
Oops . . signed in as a Rock band!
You've got to pick up knitting. It's good for the soul. Trust me.
What, me? Propogandize and solicit? Whatever.
Ahhh Baino thats shit you need to do something, we need to asses your interests. Is there something new you'd like to learn?
Kate: you're just a shameless recruiter for your knitting circle. I started a scarf in 1996 . . .I think it's still hanging around somewhere!
Nonny: Yes. How to attract toy boys for Tuesday night shenanigins . . I'm too old to play up more than once a week, plus it's half price at the movies on Tuesdays. Then I could go to the gym . . arrgggghhhh.
Oh Baino cinema is a good idea, when I lived in Sydney we used to go to the cinema in Randwick on a Tuesday, I got pop corn, coke and these little Ice cream things that came in bags and made you think they made them there in the cinema themselves, it was only like 5 dollars in and 5 dollars for the food. Great value plus the walk back to Coogee bay burned the fat off. I loved it.
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