*snippets from the office*
Kiki: "If you want to cut the skirt so short your *ass* is hanging out, that's your prerogative, but you're gonna look ridiculous"
Rosie: "That depends on the ass"
Fraser: "I can't make if text is rong" (don't make me tap the sign)
Deb: "my mother let me go with a boy in the car" "and I got hit on the head with a can" (unrelated but sounds like a typical Rolling Stones concert)
Kiki: "I think I have his phone number in my garbage." "I'm out to lunch." "I'm still out to lunch." "If I say yes, will you say something scary to me?"
Today, Rosie and James and I walked up to the ANZ Tower to a) buy coffee and to b) drop a duck each into the fountain. I still don't know why, but it's kinda low-key fun. We bought coffee too - it's really good coffee from the barrow in the courtyard.
This day in History - 19 years ago today, I was married to a man I divorced a couple of years back. April 23rd is still a significant day and brings back memories of my wedding day, and the honeymoon, and subsequent years when the anniversary was misplaced. Maybe I'll do it again one day, and try harder this time to make it into the "big" number years.
Who could have me consider marriage again? He'd have to be someone who liked me a lot [seems like a simple concept but I'm sure it's lost on a bunch of marriages] and remembered things like anniversaries and birthdays and didn't buy me feather dusters [*not* in a good way] and wheelbarrows as gifts. He'd have to be someone smart, and have a good sense of humour. Someone who makes me laugh but doesn't laugh *at* me all the time. He'd have to be someone with a kind heart and patience - Lord knows he'd need that. Someone social and charming and comfortable with people. Someone who liked simple things like camping [in a simple way not take-everything-including-the-kitchen-sink way] and beaching and sitting against warm rocks - but equally as comfortable at the Ballet or an Opera or a Play. Someone who could say no when he had to, and was fair and honest in his opinions. Someone who bothered to find something interesting to tell me at the end of his day. It'd be a bonus if he had dark eyes and dark hair and looked good in a suit.
Now I'm not saying these things because my previous partner was lacking in all these areas. It's not a criticism, it's a wish list.
A good friend of mine once told me some of the requirements on her wish list - one of which was the ability to keep still while she drew on him. That's quite a nice wish too.
Michelle: "how many mulitmedia developers does it take to get coffee? three.. one to buy the coffee, one to carry the coffee and one to put a duck in the fountain"
Rosie: "Tread softly and carry a big duck"