Well, again I have to apologise for my blogging absence. Life has been so busy lately. Where do the days go? That is the eternal question. It feels like it was yesterday that I was fighting people off for the last bit of Christmas wrapping paper at Hot Dollar (you all know how much I love Hot Dollar – its like a little bit of Shanghai in Sydney!).
Back to my vague topic. I remember thinking this up about 4 weeks ago and sending myself an email reminder about this. However, for the life of me I can’t remember where it was going in the first place. But luckily, as the title suggests, stupid things do always happen to me! I am a walking magnet for the following:
1. Weird people sitting next to me on public transport.
My combat for this is the trusty iPod. Even if the battery has died and I am a listening to nothing, I put those plugs in my ears, because somehow those little white cords hanging down the front of my blouse are a like a repellent!
2. Law of diminishing returns.
At first I thought that this only applied to me in relation to cooking. You know, you have one chorizo, a limp stalk of celery and some cream and somehow 45 minutes later I serve up a meal that Daniel gushes should “go in the pool room”. Then two weeks later I try the impromptu “recipe” again, only to fail miserably. Does this mean that the first time was a genuine fluke or that Daniel was really hungry that night? I wonder? But last night I proved that this law also applies to 10-pin bowling. I was going well in the first game, then suddenly I was rubbish in the second. Just like in the kitchen I blame my tools.
At first I thought that this only applied to me in relation to cooking. You know, you have one chorizo, a limp stalk of celery and some cream and somehow 45 minutes later I serve up a meal that Daniel gushes should “go in the pool room”. Then two weeks later I try the impromptu “recipe” again, only to fail miserably. Does this mean that the first time was a genuine fluke or that Daniel was really hungry that night? I wonder? But last night I proved that this law also applies to 10-pin bowling. I was going well in the first game, then suddenly I was rubbish in the second. Just like in the kitchen I blame my tools.
Maybe this post says more about me, rather than me about life?
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