It would be lovely, wouldn’t it, if the reason I was iBroke was because I’d spent the requisite fortune on a new “Precious“…
What Bad Luck: I was fine, then I put my shoe on and then…
… I Broke.
So the day started rather inauspiciously with one of those awkward moments wherein you roll off the sofa and onto the floor and then spend a good 5 minutes trying to establish exactly how it is you’re going to get yourself. Off. The Floor. Let alone in To. The. Car. Through. The. Traffic Out. Of. The. Car. and In. To. The. Chiro’s. Office.
What Good Luck: The Chiro had space to fit me in as soon as I could get to his office.
What Bad Luck: He charges me $60 for him to hurt me even more.
What Good Luck: I baby sat on Saturday and could thus afford to pay his bill.
What Bad Luck: The prescribed treatment was cold packs, not hot ones – and it’s winter.
What Good Luck: It feels better – this is largely, I believe because of all the lovely dr*gs.
What Bad Luck: It’s been 7 months since I got back from North Carolina (I KNOW) and my beautiful big bottle of Ibuprofen liquid caps is nearly empty… sobs.
What Good Luck:I got to go home early because I was ‘in Pain’.
[Ed. bored with this game now, what else is news?]
Hmm news.
New Boy Action: VB man came back for a visit the other day bearing gifts. Not VB this time, which, as I’m sure you’ll appreciate is disappointing. But this time he came with a DVD. A documentary about birds [now, now… birds – the feathered kind]. I guess the perceived value is a little lessened by the fact it was one of those free with the Sunday paper DVDs… but to his credit he was A Whole Day Early… given that he gave it to me on Saturday evening… [Reader Poll Please]… The OC said the last time ‘Nothing says I love you like a bottle of VB’ – gentle reader, which would have more weight with you? The VB or the DVD???
Oooh, and he came back this weekend and asked me for a light. ‘Apparently’ his brother had nicked off with his lighter… but we know better, right?? THAT’s a line… Seriously, if it wasn’t for the fact he was off his face and smelled like a [VB] brewery I’d have thrown myself at him there and then… I mean, we all know… nothing says ‘I Love You’ like asking for a light..
*Apparently apple is now a verb. as in I Broke becomes iBroke when you ‘Apple’ it. I’m a woman of the 21st century, I’m hip to Google becoming a verb… But for some reason… Apple as a verb? That’s going to take some getting used to.
Mind you … this is from a woman who drank a whole bottle of red wine on Saturday night, so who am I to talk?
poor Deeleea …. do you really want a drunken smoker? I think I’d take the DVD
T&E that would be a very short DVD…
I think that the VB definitely wins over the bird DVD. Now if it was the Greatest Wales Victories Against New Zealand…. Ever then that would beat the VB.
Having a drunken bloke, smelling like a brewery, asking for a light is almost definitely a chat-up line. Remember most of us blokes need the equivalent of a brewery in order to find the courage to even approach a female woman.
Goodness me: prayers you are alright. Take care.
And re the man story, I’d prefer a DVD but then I don’t like beer. And I’ll have to try the ‘Do you have a light?’ line — even though I don’t smoke.
:)