Huh.

All it takes to get a wall clock working is one AA battery and a hook on the wall. That simple! Who knew?

Huff.

I tasted the milk chocolate, the vanilla, a little of the bourbon but not the Madagascar. In which case, Neuhaus, just call it Vanilla Bourbon milk chocolate.

Thunder.

Should I dress to match the weather, or should I dress as an antidote to the weather?

Hmm.

Wearing the red silk would have upstaged the bride.

Nod.

"Is it my turn? Goodness gracious, the doctor's running late today! Can I go first? I live 30 miles away, you know. I called before I came so shouldn't you have put me ahead of the queue? Oh, first come first serve? Yeah, so, the last time I was here was a couple of years ago. I came with my daughter. I had a thyroid problem and she had several lumps in her *mumble*. I keep telling her it's because she eats too many gingko nuts and takes too many hot showers. We're here together again, only this time, she's *mumble* and I want the doctor to take a look at *mumble*. I have piles."

Shimmer.

Sunset in a bottle, sunset on my toes.

Yoink.

I will just sit here and die from my oyster cravings.

Giggle.

I got flowers.

AAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

You may put "Ending up with fewer rows than she started with killed her" on my tombstone.

Breathe.

Breathe.

BREATHE.

Whoo.

Keeping A Stuff Upper Lip turns 1 today. Send presents.

Bitch.

When you have nothing but a couple of shamefaced cakes in your store, and yet are able to print your own logoed plastic bags, you can be sure I want to know who your sugar daddy is.

Ka-ching.

The woman in front of us rang up 666.66 worth of groceries. Minions of Satan sport streaky blush and bad liquid liner jobs.

Nyup.

I suppose even the humble tofu dreams of being sushi sometimes.

Thunk.

The other shoe has finally dropped.

Wrap.

I chuckled to myself and she asked to share in on the joke. It's nothing, I tittered. I just remembered how W. had come down with a cold one day in high school, and Y. had compared the little balls of used tissue on her desk to wontons. Wontons.

Gerrout.

Some long lost friends should just stay wedged into the deepest recesses of an old sofa, along with coins, old receipts and chewed on pencil stubs.

Whaa?

Mother has a new favorite pastime called "Skodu". She's shown remarkable progress in 48 hours.

Swoon.

My new favourite song is "I Fell In Love With A Dead Boy" sung by Antony and the Johnsons. It took me an hour to get home instead of the usual 20 minutes, because I kept having to stop, replay and weep.

Wah.

I have finished my bag of licorice allsorts and am down to my final slab of Fry's Turkish Delight. Can I have a shoulder to wail on?

Ack.

Shryh : Neat helmet.
Newbie: Uh, actually, that's my hair.
Shryh : OMFG, lay off the hairgel!
Newbie: Is it that bad?
Shryh (picks him up to use as a battering ram): Yes.