Something with numbers
750: ants, apparently in my pants, today
297: emails currently in my email in-box at work, because I am paralysed by fear that the ones I delete will be the ones later deemed to be important
156: curse words uttered under breath at wheel-chocks who cannot get it together to finalise a piece of work that should have been done on Monday
104: thanks due to Actonb for recommending the glory of Betty Crocker's (practically) instant puddings.
53: minutes I sat watching the rain and sipping berocca before I finally acknowledged that a walk today was simply not going to happen
12: days I expected to be given the silent treatment for comparing Mr Fix to Alan Catlin*
7: mouthfuls of "cottage pie" I consumed before realising I had made a huge mistake, Gob-style
4: times I had to listen to Australian Crawl's version of 'Louie Louie' today because my son thinks it is awesome.
3: crying tantrums by Grizzlewick because I packed away his trains an hour after he was supposed to be in bed
2: ants, actually in my pants, later today
1: times I turned my computer off during the middle of a major project, in the mistaken belief that I had unplugged my mobile phone charger
Who says I am crap at maths?
* surprisingly enough, didn't happen. He claims to have "mellowed" (Mr Fix, not Allan Catlin).
297: emails currently in my email in-box at work, because I am paralysed by fear that the ones I delete will be the ones later deemed to be important
156: curse words uttered under breath at wheel-chocks who cannot get it together to finalise a piece of work that should have been done on Monday
104: thanks due to Actonb for recommending the glory of Betty Crocker's (practically) instant puddings.
53: minutes I sat watching the rain and sipping berocca before I finally acknowledged that a walk today was simply not going to happen
12: days I expected to be given the silent treatment for comparing Mr Fix to Alan Catlin*
7: mouthfuls of "cottage pie" I consumed before realising I had made a huge mistake, Gob-style
4: times I had to listen to Australian Crawl's version of 'Louie Louie' today because my son thinks it is awesome.
3: crying tantrums by Grizzlewick because I packed away his trains an hour after he was supposed to be in bed
2: ants, actually in my pants, later today
1: times I turned my computer off during the middle of a major project, in the mistaken belief that I had unplugged my mobile phone charger
Who says I am crap at maths?
* surprisingly enough, didn't happen. He claims to have "mellowed" (Mr Fix, not Allan Catlin).
posted by gigglewick at
10:14 pm
7 Comments:
Yup. That's about the only kind of maths I know. Although I'm not as good as you and many of the above examples would begin '2 many times'.
I had an ant in my pants once. Well, I fib, I actually sat my bum down on a, somewhat unimpressed (yet somewhat pressed...), GREEN ant. Might as well've been in my pants. I thought I'd sat on a needle. Equalled one sore bum, one ugly blister. Simple really.
ants? In your pants? That sounds so horribly unpleasant... One of the downsides of living the Country Life I guess...
And... you're welcome! Always happy to share the calories, me.
Although, thanks heaps for outing me to the entire universe, when I've been carefully cultivating my Domestic Goddessdom( ness? eity?) for the last 18 months...
Eleanor,
yes, ants in my pants. Unpleasant, I'll give you that. Ow - I didn't get a blister.
Actonb,
Hey, there is nothing wrong with the instant pudding. I myself am a big fan.
PS dude - the entire universe doesn't read my blog, just people who want to know more about James Reyne.
Aussie Crawl's version of 'Louie Louie' actually IS awesome.
Grizzlewick is good, Grizzlewick is wise
Grizzlewick has a brain of unprecedented size?
(sorry - the poetry demon escaped for a minute).
I think the name Grizzlewick is very sweet. I hope you packed up the trains careful! I babysit a two year old who has a Thomas the Tank Engine bed... he pats it every night before going to sleep, just incase Thomas disappears in the night. That would be a tragedy indeed.
I'm intrigued. How did the ants find their way into your pants in the first place?
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