i love it when coincidence appears in the really mundane things in life. like i love when something reminds you of something else and causes other things to happen in a chain reaction. for example today.
this morning i woke up with the worst hair ever so in an attempt to redeem it i wanted to wear my headband with the flower on it to distract from the horror that was the rest of my head. i searched high and low, but alas it was no where to be seen so i got frustrated and flustered and decided to get out my room and clean and tidy the rest of the house to keep my sanity.
usually, i just give the place a quick tidy but today i decided to be thorough, so thorough that i was even going to wash the pile of bath and tea towels that had gathered in the corner of the kitchen. i picked them up and shock horror, a dead frog. i ran round the house screaming, shouting "YOU BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!" at the cats and other general hysteria. i returned to the kitchen, wondering how i'd remove the body without upsetting myself but the frog wasn't where i'd left it. i was greeted with this:
so fiona was returned to the wild. mission accomplished. and incase you're wondering, the aggression from myself at the end was chasing florence's beady eyes away from fiona as she seemed to hoping for round two of "who wants to traumatise another unsuspecting animal?"
the rest of the day carried on. i had calmed down from my headbandless rage of the morning and carried on with the organisation of my bombsite of a room. i stumbled across the mirror we'd used from the setbuild project which had a little picture of a frog painted on it. it looked just like fiona and to mark the occasion, i thought i'd hang the mirror on the wall. i couldn't find the tool box. all i could find was some sticky fixers, which seemed to do the trick. i waited apprehensively, knowing full well the sticky fixers wouldn't last long and the likelyhood of the mirror breaking and landing me another seven years bad luck was quite probable. as it unattached itself i saw it fall slow motion behind my little table. no smash. "how's your luck!?" i thought, as i picked it up still intact. and as if by magic, i pulled the mirror up and dangling on the bottom, stuck to a sticky fixer was my little lost headband. what a happy ending!
i am quite aware that you have probably stopped reading by now or have fallen asleep but it made me laugh. i do love life sometimes.
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the rest of the day carried on. i had calmed down from my headbandless rage of the morning and carried on with the organisation of my bombsite of a room. i stumbled across the mirror we'd used from the setbuild project which had a little picture of a frog painted on it. it looked just like fiona and to mark the occasion, i thought i'd hang the mirror on the wall. i couldn't find the tool box. all i could find was some sticky fixers, which seemed to do the trick. i waited apprehensively, knowing full well the sticky fixers wouldn't last long and the likelyhood of the mirror breaking and landing me another seven years bad luck was quite probable. as it unattached itself i saw it fall slow motion behind my little table. no smash. "how's your luck!?" i thought, as i picked it up still intact. and as if by magic, i pulled the mirror up and dangling on the bottom, stuck to a sticky fixer was my little lost headband. what a happy ending!
i am quite aware that you have probably stopped reading by now or have fallen asleep but it made me laugh. i do love life sometimes.
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love emmie twee
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