It’s Friday, it’s June, and it’s raining and winding like a raining and winding thing.
Tough Mudder is tomorrow, so as I may never see (write to?) you beauty cats ever again (due to my imminent death by hypothermia), so let me just say that it has been an absolute pleasure conversing with all of you.
For the (mayhaps final) Fry-Up, there are three things heating up docket, so let’s dive right in.
Pretty pretties from the internets.
I’ve always been super weary of purchasing goods from the world wide interweb, however when I saw this dress there was little I could do to stop myself from taking out my credit card and buying it on the spot.
It was thirty-five dollars – which included shipping – a price so low I half expected the garment to dissolve into dust as soon as I opened the packaging.
However, as it is a non-structured dress (a slip, with a sheer overlay) that came with its ridiculously cute pink belt, I figured if I know my size pretty well, there was little chance that the fit was going to be completely off.
(I mean, for thirty-five clams there was no way I was going to go through the effort of returning the thing. If by bad luck it hadn’t fit, I would have bloody well made it fit.)
And it ended up being brilliant! On the whole, I am just so enamoured with its retro style that I half expect an American GI to walk up to me as I walk down the street and ask me if I would like to jitterbug with him as soon as the band returns from its break.
It’s also comfortable as all get out, both work and play appropriate, and as flattering as a grade school crush.
Now I just need to figure out how to curl my hair properly and heck – no one will be able to stop me!
Fab books and belly laughs.
I am currently reading this book:
It is hilarious.
Today on skytrain I was busting a gut so hard the fellow sitting next to me leaned over and asked me what I was reading.
“A hilarious Canadian book about the absurdity of academia and our electoral and parliamentary systems!” I responded. “It won the Stephen Leacock medal!”
I don’t know whether to describe the look that flickered across his face as incredulous or withering, so let’s go with both.
If I had known that he would have greeted my description with such non-plussed scorn (hey, it’s a thing!) I probably would have said something different.
I should have just hollered, “MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS YOU ULTRA MAROON!” and then farted loudly.
(P.S. This is how you get a seat to yourself on transit at all hours of the day.)
Anywho, the book is blinkin funny as heck, so if you have a chance, ch-ch-check it out. This goes double for all my Canuck readers out there.
You won’t regret it, I promise you.
P.S. for my international readership, the Stephen Leacock award is for Canadian humour writing. People who win it often have genetically modified funny bones. I am currently in the process of saving up for an F.B. enlargement so I too may one day compete in this illustrious field.
I am one of those people who LOVE to shower.
I love being clean.
I love the process of becoming clean.
Everything about the venture that is involved with standing inside an enclosed bathing vestibule – I BLOODY WELL LOVE.
And tomorrow, during Tough Mudder, I am going to get very, very dirty.
Perhaps (and by perhaps I mean it is certain) that I will reach levels of filth I cannot even begin to imagine, sitting here at my computer.
And while I don’t fear that mess, I very much look forward to that moment where upon completion of my race, I will step into a shower, feel that cascade of hot water on my skin, and scrub the absolute shit out of my dermis.
Take that as you will.
So there you have it dudes.
On one last T.M. note, I am so excited to start off tomorrow I can hardly sit still.
I have trained like a madwoman and now it is time to see what I can do. I promise to take lots of photos and let you know how both Mr. M and I fared throughout the sixteen kilometers and twenty-five obstacles.
We’ll be seeing you at the finish line.