My name is Angie and I have a blue bottom.
How did this happen, you ask? Well, if I’m not out on the town, I can often be found sitting on my fluffy bed, surrounded by papers and electronics, working on various projects on my happy little Mac. Last night, after a marathon session – scheduling media appointments for a client for today, blogs for my Quest for Queensland, video editing, reading up on Australia, Tweeting and booking flights – I stood up to go brush my teeth. Oh Hades. My blue ink pen had wedged under me somehow and bled all over my fantastic, expensive, beautiful, favorite, WHITE duvet cover.It’s just a duvet cover, right? No. Not last night. Last night it was the straw that broke the kangaroo’s back. Big Apple Angie doesn’t cry often, but darnit, I loved that duvet and how it fit in perfectly with my beach-themed bedroom. It took me months to find it. Sob.sob.sob.
As we all know, joy comes in the morning, and I wasn’t nearly so stressed when I woke up. I’d accepted that my duvet had gone to a better place, and I was ready to move on to the next step in the grieving process… which apparently involved seeing my rear end in the mirror.
I had to laugh. I was wearing royal blue shorts, so I never noticed that in addition to my duvet, my rump was also bright blue. Oh well. Anybody seen any nice duvets lately?
2 comments:
Thank goodness you didn't wreck your blankie...
Ma
LOL ... On my first day of employement at Atlantic Richfield Oil & Gas, I arrived at the office - in shirt and tie - only to discover that a blue felt-tipped pen has exploded all over my white dress shirt pocket.
(I was late, my first day, b/c I had to run home and change shirts)!
Figured "late" was the "better" impression! :p
PS - Came looking for your Today coverage?
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