I began this morning waking up to the supermarket delivery man knocking on my door. He was having trouble getting his trolley up our step so I went outside (in my pyjamas. Will I ever learn?) and as I bent down to help lift up the stuck wheel, managed to expose some significant beavage. I couldn't even recover from my embarrassment enough to inform him beavage was the new cleavage.
Then...
I have been cooking up a comment for the (previously unseen) gentleman who owns the brand-spanking-new Hummer that is parked regularly outside our office. First understand that these massive gas-guzzling vehicles are actually hard to get in Australia and need to be imported. So the comment I was going to inflict when I finally ran into him was "where did you get that environmental travesty? It should be called a BUMMER."
Only today I was outside getting on my bicycle next to the Hummer when he opened a door. Well he was rather handsome, so when he said "oh I nearly wiped you out there" with a smile, instead of my cutting comment I went (embarrassingly) "Yeah" (loudly) and followed it up with a horrible girly (also-loud) giggle.Labels: ditsy event of the day |
