being martha stewart.

the husband loves my pancakes,  even the ones i take bites out of while i’m cooking them (i just want to “test” them).  on sunday i attempted to make my pancakes extra special.  koala cakes.  they had strawberry mouths but they got a bit mushy and slid off.  some blueberry eyes got mushy and it looked like some of them had conjunctivitis but they still tasted lovely and i got extra praise.  see what you miss andrew?  damn melbourne public transport! (shake fists!)

 

awkward conversations with coworkers.

monday
7.45am
kitchen

i am stirring my tea, contemplating my job and how maybe working in the mines might be better.  is that a “grass is greener” thing i wonder. the grass doesn’t look so green over here anyway.  ahh, mondays. how i love them.

enter my coworker. i look down into my mug,  not in the mood for small talk.  failure. coworker begins conversation.

“happy monday! did you have a good weekend?”
“yep. did you?”
“I sure did.”
“lovely. well, i’ll see you-”
“hey!  did you wake up late today?”
“no, why?”
“your hair. it looks different.  all messy, like you didn’t have time to do it this morning.”
“i actually did my hair this morning.  thanks.”
awkward silence
……..
coworker looks at non-existent watch
“hmmm. well looks like it’s time to get back to work.”
“yep.”