I'm the walking dead lately, I really am. I looked for that excellent bit from Blazing Saddles
where Madeline Kahn plays Lily Von Shtupp singing I'm Tired
but sadly embedding was disabled and I'm not techie enough to know if there's a way around that, so if you'd like to enjoy Kahn's masterful comic performance I suggest you click here
. Isn't she amazing? Funny and sexy and all grumpy and rumpled up. Who else could have carried that off?
For my part, since we can't all be Wild West hookers, there will be napping. And then I'll get myself to the doctor, who will probably think I am a malingerer and tell me I'm depressed. I don't feel depressed; I do sometimes feel sad, moody and weepy, but, you know, that's what happens when you are dragging your arse around like a ball and chain
But holy hostesses Batman, today I girded my loins and got my pinny on and had my fabulous friend AC round for an impromptu lunch and blimey if she didn't bring a bottle of champagne. Friends, I have been teetotal for, ooh, nigh on two weeks, as penance for my last, terrible overindulgence. A couple of glasses of wine was surprisingly trippy and on several occasions during lunch I found myself speaking and wondering what point I was meant to be making. I daresay AC might have been wondering too.
In an attempt to cultivate an elusive kind of graceful hosting sprezzatura,
I was determined to shrug off my usual neurotic foaming-at-the-mouth-with-added-hair-tearing efforts. I did a quick circuit around the downstairs with a broom and a cloth and a bottle of cleaner. Lunch was a sort of room-temp kind of thing: leftover grilled chicken, roasted beetroot, fennel and orange salad with quinoa. And, as an added bonus, no one mentioned the flipping election.
i have long since made peace with the dust bunny farm i seem to have somehow inherited. i remember signing no papers in which ownership changed hands, but lo, i looked, and there they were, doing their damnbunny best to make more...and more bunnies. cleaning house SUCKS because the bastard just goes ahead and gets dirty all over again.ReplyDelete
the salad sounds delish and i so wish i had a friend who'd bring over champagne, even though i loathe the stuff.
as for the assdraggery - get thee to a certified medical professional or perhaps some heavy duty exercise would help. of course it's pretty tough to get your ass on a treadmill when you're that tired.
Yes, polish chick, I think resistance to doing unpleasant things that just get undone again (cleaning, brushing teeth, losing weight) is a sign of superior intelligence.ReplyDelete
I too have found champagne to be an acquired taste. I have acquired it.
Doctor's appointment booked for next week. Heavy duty exercise is just out of the question, but probably a bit of walking would be great if I could only shoehorn myself out of the house. Curses!
"They quote Byron & Shelley & jump on your belly & burst you ballon!"ReplyDelete