hump day.

mid week.  thank god.

so earlier this morning i started writing a blog post titled “ass kissing. over it.” it was going to be a biting piece on some of the sycophants i encounter each day in and around my office but just as i was getting started,  a colleague came up from behind and saw the title of my post and wanted to know more.  i managed to throw him off track by telling him that a friend of mine had a similar necktie as the one he had on (but in the 80’s) and if his wife picked out his clothes for him (see how nice i am?).  by the time i was done crushing his ego, i lost my train of thought and that blog post is now inactive with countless others.

so what do i write about now?  it’s almost five o’clock which means time to go home.  i’ve been super busy all day and it’s hard for me to switch off from work poo to fun stuff.  all i can think about is getting home and convincing myself to exercise.  i do it 5 days a week and manage to rationalise not working out on the other two days.  today may be one of those days. 

The Brit actually sent me a link to his beloved vacuum.  it was the first email of the day he sent me which means he thought about it on his train journey into work.  i think about things like “i wonder what crap awaits me at work today?” / “i wonder how many non-work people emailed me overnight” / “i wonder how i can get out of doing actual work today” / “why is my job so crap?” / “why did i wear these shoes?”  see, i think about important things.  i couldn’t help but smile when i got the email this morning.  he’s so nerdy, but yet so cute.

another thing about the Brit.  i think i’ve mentioned his love of ironing (i got him an iron for xmas for god’s sake!).  this morning i was ironing a shirt but only ironed the front half because i was wearing a jacket on top of it. the Brit thinks i’m funny.  i think i’m being efficient.  he irons all of the laundry almost immediately (he irons my pajamas but has given up on ironing everything else as it ends up in a pile every morning as i play musical outfits).   i iron mine on an “as needed” basis which means ten minutes before i have to go.  and ironing for me is a last resort.  i try to hang my clothes up in the shower to steam out the wrinkles.  then i stand in front of a mirror and assess for ten minutes if i can get away with it looking like that.  then i decide to try to find something less wrinkly.  twenty minutes later i run upstairs in my bra and undies clutching the clothes that i need to iron (please note that the outfit is almost always the first one i put on that morning).  my morning is chaos. when the Brit is not around and i have to make my own coffee, i am late for work.  he keeps me sane and encourages me to live a wrinkle-free life.  he deserves so much more than a vacuum.