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Jun. 11th, 2009 12:56 amLast weekend I bought a plane ticket home for my summer vacation: I leave on the 1st of August and come back on the 16th. My bank account cried out in pain.
Now I have a dilemma. I need a new bike. I also want some sort of fan/mini-pseudo-air-con unit. And those cool gladiator sandals I've been eyeing for weeks. And back in winter I promised myself an electronic dictionary. But I've been spending more than I should have these past weeks (visitors and friends' birthdays = lots of restaurant outings) and don't want to buy all that at once, so now I'm not buying anything at all because I can't deciiiiiide.
Actually, I'll probably end up going with the bike and the sandals. Now to find a cheap green bike... (Of course it has to be green -- it has to match my phone, and my jeans, and my sandals, and half the tops I own...)
At lunch today, the kids started listing all the things I apparently am. (Please to be imagining my face going from :) to XDDDDDD as they went on and on.)
"You're a boy!* You're a tomato! You're a pig! You're a box! You're a big box! You're the number 21!"
Oh, kids. Don't ever change. XD
My love affair with Yuriko continues. This morning, I poked her tummy and she let out the most hilariously adorable little giggle-squeak I've ever heard. If I could capture her essence as it is now, I would, if only to forever be able to keep the feeling of her clinging to my back, her head resting on my shoulder.
* Between this and certain people questionning my femininity because I don't believe that chocolate > everything, I'm wondering if I should issue an official statement to the effect that I am, in fact, all woman.
Now I have a dilemma. I need a new bike. I also want some sort of fan/mini-pseudo-air-con unit. And those cool gladiator sandals I've been eyeing for weeks. And back in winter I promised myself an electronic dictionary. But I've been spending more than I should have these past weeks (visitors and friends' birthdays = lots of restaurant outings) and don't want to buy all that at once, so now I'm not buying anything at all because I can't deciiiiiide.
Actually, I'll probably end up going with the bike and the sandals. Now to find a cheap green bike... (Of course it has to be green -- it has to match my phone, and my jeans, and my sandals, and half the tops I own...)
At lunch today, the kids started listing all the things I apparently am. (Please to be imagining my face going from :) to XDDDDDD as they went on and on.)
"You're a boy!* You're a tomato! You're a pig! You're a box! You're a big box! You're the number 21!"
Oh, kids. Don't ever change. XD
My love affair with Yuriko continues. This morning, I poked her tummy and she let out the most hilariously adorable little giggle-squeak I've ever heard. If I could capture her essence as it is now, I would, if only to forever be able to keep the feeling of her clinging to my back, her head resting on my shoulder.
* Between this and certain people questionning my femininity because I don't believe that chocolate > everything, I'm wondering if I should issue an official statement to the effect that I am, in fact, all woman.
