I have lots of delicious recipes to show you in coming days. Really, I do. Would you like a light and fluffy dessert? I’ve got your back. A meaty main? Certainly! Another magical nut butter? Why, of course.
I’m not talking about those delights today, though.
You see, I’m at a terrifying crossroads in my life and I honestly have no idea what to do. As you might guess, it’s related to my recent metaphorical story, but I think it might be a few days yet before I’m able to tell you everything.
The brother and I, about to get into fisticuffs over who is the better table tennis player. (A hint: it’s me.)
I can tell you these few facts, though (and show you random unrelated photos while I’m at it):
1. Tonight, on the phone with my BFF (talking about said crossroads), I shrieked because I saw a huntsman on the window right next to me.
However, it wasn’t a huntsman. It was the window lock. The window lock that has been in the exact same position on the exact same window for the exact same entire 10 months I’ve lived in this house.
I shall never again put non-sexy salad dressing on my lettuce.
2. Yesterday, I was looking for a bathroom in a new building. I followed the signs and, first, saw a door that read “Gents”. Then came a door that read “Cleaner”. After that, the door appeared with the word “Ladies” on it.
I thought: “How lovely, the cleaner gets his/her own bathroom!”
It was about four hours later that something in my brain clicked, and I realised that the “Cleaner” sign would have been for the cleaner’s closet, where all the brooms and disinfectants are stored. It wasn’t a special cleaner bathroom.
(Ooh, now I wish it really had been a cleaner bathroom, where “cleaner” means a place you don’t have to be scared of touching the door handle!)
Best morning tea snack ever.
3. It’s my gospel concert on Saturday! We have rehearsals on Friday night and Saturday afternoon, and today I rushed to the shops to get my costume sorted. First, I had to get my new black pants taken up because I don’t have Miranda Kerr’s legs. Second, I had to buy double-sided “fashion tape” because my new black top likes to turn me into a tramp by showing the world my bra when I’m not paying attention. Who knew gospel could be so expensive?
This is not the Tramp Top. This is the Frilly Top.
4. I think I have to go call my mum now. Crossroads beckon.