I'm back!! Miss me? I was greeted by a smoggy sunset over the harbour, a barking dog who forgot me in the space of a week, leaf blower residue all over my floor, and one of my giant slug friends. It's nice to be home.
While visiting my family for easter, I had quite a few mini adventures, but nowhere near as many as I usually have in Sydney, proving just how bad I am at city life.
I learned to cook Thai from my dads girlfriend (who is Thai if that clears anything up,) and seeing as neither my dad nor my brothers will eat spicy things, I agreed to eat all the hot versions of her dishes. I think that these particular chillis she used may have been on steroids, because I love spicy things, and have been known to eat spoonfuls of wasabi to win bets, but I have never eaten a dish that has made me sweat before. After the first mouthful my face was clammy and gross, and I went through a litre of water in a matter of minutes. Even she was sweating and gasping. If I ever have a cold, I know what to make to get me going again.
I went to the beach with my brothers, and seeing as I hadn't packed any swimmers, my 14 year old brother dressed me in his board shorts and t-shirt, and I wore one of his caps. With my attire, flat chest and hairless legs, I must have looked like the oddest boy ever, and had fun tying to walk like a male, but this just received laughter from the boys and disgusted groans from my mother, so I stuck to being an extremely effeminate and perhaps pre-pubescent boy.
Due to the internet black hole that is my fathers house, I think I aged about 50 years in one weekend, and played a ridiculous amount of solitaire. When I say solitaire, I don't just mean the typical kind,(which is called Klondike if you were at all curious,) I mean all 6 kinds that windows 8 offers. Sometimes my technological dependency disgusts me, but at least if I'm ever kidnapped and forced into an underground solitaire tournament, I may have some chance of survival.
Woolworths centro has witnessed my largest fashion faux pas in approximately the last 5 years, being unfortunate enough to view my nice button up stud collar shirt paired with fleuro orange board shorts purchased in Phuket. Please do not think that I woke up one morning and thought that it would be a good idea to put this on. I was wearing a nice skirt to begin with, but life and laziness got in the way. While visiting some friends of my dads I became incredibly bored and decided to practise my acrobatics, and the only pants available to me were the swimmers that dad had packed. On the way home I fell asleep in the car, and woke up when we stopped at the shopping centre. Too lazy to change back into my skirt in the car, I decided to just wear the pants. Bad life choice. I can only hope that by this point my shirt had come untucked and I didn't come off as the new and extremely colour blind harry high-pants.
Our house fell victim to some kind of chocolate thief, resulting in a lot of easter eggs going missing. This didn't seem like such a good thing at the time, but I'm sure that my pilates and nutrition instructor will be pleased when class starts back.
Xx, Little Duck
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