I sure hope it does, otherwise I’m getting myself tested for altzheimers…. I’m in the cafe yesterday because I suddenly had the attack of the munchies and needed reinforcing before I tackled the ‘no matter how much I pack there still seems to be more’ packing at Kommetjie. As I’m walking towards the ice cream fridge (don’t judge me) this bloke gives me a huge smile and says in that *gosh haven’t seen you in ages but I sure know you* tone “Hi, how have you been?”
Internal response…. “Who the *beep* are you?”…. actual response *mumble* “Finethanksandyou?” I then took ages choosing an ice cream and loitered around the back of the shop waiting for him to leave so that I didn’t end up having one of those awkward *I’m talking to you but I have no friggen clue who you are* conversations. I swear I’ve never met him before in my life.
Scary thing is, this happens to me A LOT, either I look a helluva lot like a whole bunch of women out there or I’m losing my mind. I need another ice cream.
Wednesday, 29. October 2008
Nope, no link between ice cream and dementia. I looked. I even contemplated writing a hoax Wiki page, but that’s too much trouble.
There are, however, links between dementia and stress, age, weight, blood pressure and lack of exercise…
Wednesday, 29. October 2008
Pity the garage doesn’t have a bed in it yet…
Wednesday, 29. October 2008
Garage? I have a garage?
Where did I put it?
Wednesday, 29. October 2008
Calm down, kiddies. My take on it is simple … there are *so many men* out there that find you so irrisistable, that they have to strike up some sort of conversation. The *gosh haven’t seen you in ages but I sure know you* tone actually translates to *damn, I’d like to *beep* *beep* *beep*.
Wednesday, 29. October 2008
I’d like to… erm… what was that thing we used to do again?
Thursday, 30. October 2008
Misspent youth perhaps????