Five things I did this weekend and instantly regretted:
- Taking a sip from the carton of milk that’s been standing in my fridge for over a week… just to make sure that it’s really off. That weird sound it made when I shook the carton should have been a dead give-away.
- Agreeing to teach my nephew how to drive. Now I know what it is like to break out in cold sweats and burn up with rage at the same time. Driving schools are there for reason. I should have known that.
- Agreeing to do something I really did not want to do. Like accepting an invitation to play a round of golf on a Sunday morning when you’re nursing the mother of all hangovers.
- Feeling adventurous and telling the hairdresser that I wanted a new look. Walking out an hour later looking like I should be in an MTV music video. If anyone tells me I look fabulous, I will slap that smirk right off their face.
- Telling my gf that I’d look after her cat when she goes away on business, even though I cannot stand the animal. When she returns, it will either be dead or an entirely different species of animal. I’ve got my money on the latter.
I should have learned by now that no one will hate me if I say no.
All things considered, I’d say you had a great weekend.
Look at it this way – these are 5 things you can cross off your “to do” list for 2007. Not much help, am I?
So you played a round on Sunday? With someone’s mother??? Holy shit, I hope the missus doesn’t read your blog.
It pays to be specific when you ask for a ‘new look’ at the hairdresser. Silly, silly boy.
no kyknoord – he abandoned someone’s mother to go play golf. which is worse?
Send that cat here, I need it as a mouse trap
IB: Jeez! I am overwhelmed by the support. What does a guy have to do to get some sympathy around here? Lose a limb?
KN: A round is 18 holes, ya know. Erm… (shudder)… that sounds wrong on sooo many levels.
Terri: Lesson learnt. I’d have done better had I rented my head out as a practise dummy to a hairstylist in training.
TW: Ha ha. ‘Playing a round”, as KN puts it, definately seems worse than “abadoned”. I may as well re-locate book myself a private room in Pinelands.
Alan: I read about your mouse-infestation woes. Consider it done… she’s on the next plane out. She goes by the name of “KILLER”
But she can’t stay forever!
awww apart from the milk thing, everything just makes yous sound like a great uncle, a good friend, a lovely boy friend with a seriously funky/cool haircut
Next time:
Get drunk when you wake up, it’ll kill the hangover & make driving the golf cart much more fun. Give the nasty milk to the cat. Shave your head, you’ll never have to worry about a bad haircut again
Alan: She can stay until the job is done.
Sugar: You know how to put things into prespective. Thanks for the feel-good comment
Spoiled: Ha ha… spoken like someone who has been there before. Sooner or later though, that hangover will catch up to you.