Weekend Update.
Funniest thing that happened on Saturday:
~ [My manager, Wendy, walks around the store singing 'Winter Wonderland'. Pauses.]
Wendy: Hey Say, I've never understood why someone would write a song about sweating. Seems weird to me.
Me: *confused face* *thinking face* *laughs* Wendy, it's conspire, not perspire.
Wendy: My way makes more sense.
Least amusing things that happened on Saturday:
~ Combine a snowy day with our already slow season= not much money. ($170)
~ Receiving the ever-popular 'drunk dialing' call from the ex. 15 minutes of talking = 'Fuck you, you goddamned bitch/slut/whore. [Used interchangeably throughout the message.] You're immature and you're never going to find someone who loves you. I hate you. Fuck you, fuck you, I hate you some more, fuck you.' Rock on.
Funniest thing that happened on Sunday:
~ Oblina running headfirst into the large snowdrift on the balcony. As of this morning she was still sitting in the living room, glaring at the door that leads to the balcony.
[However, my falling down the front stairs runs a close second.]
Least amusing thing that happened on Sunday:
~ The wintry weather has made my hips feel not so good. (Translated: it hurts like hell to move.) So, dancing for 3 hours wasn't a very pleasant experience.
[Strangely enough, my falling down the stairs runs a close second in this category too.]
~ [My manager, Wendy, walks around the store singing 'Winter Wonderland'. Pauses.]
Wendy: Hey Say, I've never understood why someone would write a song about sweating. Seems weird to me.
Me: *confused face* *thinking face* *laughs* Wendy, it's conspire, not perspire.
Wendy: My way makes more sense.
Least amusing things that happened on Saturday:
~ Combine a snowy day with our already slow season= not much money. ($170)
~ Receiving the ever-popular 'drunk dialing' call from the ex. 15 minutes of talking = 'Fuck you, you goddamned bitch/slut/whore. [Used interchangeably throughout the message.] You're immature and you're never going to find someone who loves you. I hate you. Fuck you, fuck you, I hate you some more, fuck you.' Rock on.
Funniest thing that happened on Sunday:
~ Oblina running headfirst into the large snowdrift on the balcony. As of this morning she was still sitting in the living room, glaring at the door that leads to the balcony.
[However, my falling down the front stairs runs a close second.]
Least amusing thing that happened on Sunday:
~ The wintry weather has made my hips feel not so good. (Translated: it hurts like hell to move.) So, dancing for 3 hours wasn't a very pleasant experience.
[Strangely enough, my falling down the stairs runs a close second in this category too.]