February 2, 2008

  • One of the benefits of having your sister as your roommate is that you can freely walk around the apartment with no pants on. My navel ring is missing a ball, and until my envelope of new balls arrives in the mail my pants cause me moderate discomfort by grinding the bare steel end of the ring into my flesh. So yes, I was without pants.

    I was hungry and sought out a snack before bed. With a lack of decent options available to me a the moment, I elected to have imitations Sugar Crisp. Being all out of milk, I moistened said cereal with chocolate milk for the most nutritious bedtime snack since deep-fried cheesecake.

    So I settled down at the dining room table, quietly enjoying my cereal. Quietly, except for the "parumph, parumph" noise emanating from beneath me in the aftermath of gorging myself on Gilly's tasty crock-pot ribs at supper time. This being a normal occurrence, nothing was said. When I was nearly finished my cereal, Gilly groaned, "Aaawww... you're sitting on a placemat!"

    Only we could attain such joy from the utterance that sentence. I instantly laughed so hard I cried, releasing laughter farts all over the placemat. I tried to finish my cereal but couldn't, and then had to run out of the room before I peed on the placemat. Why was the placemat on the chair to begin with? We'd finally gotten around to washing them (we don't eat at the table often) and it had been air-drying on the back of the chair. This fresh, clean placemat now has the fresh, clean ass scent. I'm not sure whether my friends/readers will find this funny, but it will certainly be one of those entries that I'll stumble across in future and laugh as hard as I did when it first happened.

    This past week has been all about recovery from the cold and flu Gilly and I have been suffering from, respectively. I was sick last week before going to Scout camp, and seemed to improve over the weekend. I was taking Cold FX for the first time, and the fact that I got better while camping in the snow with a terrible cold makes me think perhaps it was useful. I'll have to try it again sometime and see if it works again.

    Camp was fun, although it was strange to stand back and let everyone else do the work for me. All I did was drive up and unlock the van doors, and all the unloading, carrying, cooking, washing, water-dragging, snow-building, and so on was done by the kids. At a loss for what to do, I stood around and took pictures and laughed my ass off at the crazy things the kids said and did. I had a really great time despite being sick and sleeping through half of Saturday, and I won't hesitate to go to camp with the troop again. I still have no desire to be a full-time Scouter, but going along as a spare person so the female Scouts can participate is alright with me.

    Other news to be added is that I got a discounted membership at the Y, and I went for my first workout a couple of days ago. I was going to go yesterday but was sidetracked because Gilly became ill at work and called me for help, and today we were snowed in and I didn't want to try to drive to the gym. I'll go this weekend, and I can book my first appointment with a trainer to show me all the machines and stuff. Yay!

    Also, Mom informed me that she got a 2000 Pound death benefit from the British government, and she has sent me a new cheque to replace the one she told me to rip up. Yay!