Hope the sleep was a good one?
Well, yesterday was a completely unnewsworthy day.
Just the usual irritations with taxis, and a blue light cavalcade on the highway.
I counted 4 copcars, 2BMW SUV’s, 3 BMW Sedans and 1 Audi SUV.
10 big cars, and all this because the deputy president’s wife wanted to buy a few things at Woolies…
I might be mistaken, but I can’t remember ever seeing a cavalcade like that in the old days – unless it was a huge state get together or some such.
Anyhow – think if how much money that one trip from Ptown to JHB must have cost…
And if they stuck the dude in a normal car, and left in enough time to be on time for the plane, nobody would have been the wiser.
I wished for Magneto – crumple those cars like so much paper…
Yes well, maybe I should be careful what I write – just now Big Brother arrests me for spreading hate mail or something stupid.
And, while they were driving past me, I was talking to the eldest on the phone.
So, of course I’m carrying on about the cavalcade like a fishwife.
He tries to calm me down.
and that made matters worse 😉
Just let me get the vitriol out of my system, and I’ll be happy again.
Let me get upset at the irritation these cars cause, and I can breathe again.
Don’t make me keep quiet, bottle it all up.
One day it will come spewing out and then the fallout might be worse than the occasional volcanic eruption…
Well, not quite, but it does help to get the crap out before it festers…
We had such lovely rain last night!
Don’t know for how long it rained, but things look nice and wet.
No news on the jobfront for the kid – hoping by the end of the week we’ll have some clarity.
Difficult situation this – know it’s in the pipeline, but can’t very well hound the guy, now can we?
Sometimes things just have to take it’s course.
G-d does know what you need – and that’s exactly what you get.
So here’s to hope.
Let’s start the day proper.
And may it be a good one…
Seven New York City bartenders were asked if they could nail a woman’s personality based on what she drinks. Though interviewed separately, they concurred on almost all counts. The results:
Personality: Casual, low-maintenance; down to earth.
Your Approach: Challenge her to a game of pool.
Drink: Blender Drinks
Personality: Flaky, whiny, annoying; a pain in the buttocks.
Your Approach: Avoid her, unless you want to be her cabin boy.
Drink: Mixed Drinks
Personality: Older, more refined, high maintenance, has very picky taste; knows exactly what she wants.
Your Approach: You won’t have to approach her,> if she is interested, she’ll send YOU a drink.
Drink: Wine – (does not include White Zinfandel, see below)
Personality: Conservative and classy; sophisticated yet giggles.
Your Approach: Tell her you love to travel and spend quiet evenings with friends.
Drink: White Zinfandel
Personality: Easy; thinks she is classy and sophisticated, actually has no clue.
Your approach: Make her feel smarter than she is…. this should be an easy target.
Personality: Likes to hang with frat-boy pals and looking to get totally drunk…… and naked.
Your Approach: Easiest hit in the joint. You have been blessed this evening. Nothing to do but wait. However, be careful not to make her mad!
Then there is the MALE addendum. The deal with guys is, as always, very simple and clear cut:
Domestic Beer: He’s poor and wants to get laid.
Imported Beer: He likes good beer and wants to get laid.
Wine: He’s hoping that the wine thing will give him a sophisticated image to help him get laid.
Whiskey: He doesn’t give a hoot about anything but getting laid.
Tequila: He is thinking he has a chance with the toothless waitress.
White Zinfandel: He’s gay.