|Mistress de la Plungeur: Amy Adams in American Hustle. You'd never clicked in if I posted...|
|Real Housewife of Plunge|
Like music to my ears. A plunger is like a secret weapon in my hands...did I ever tell you I cleaned toilets in a campground for a whole summer at university? Some very special skills are acquired in a job like that.
That crisis averted, I started to order my wardrobe, filing my party frocks to the back. I'd dry cleaned them a couple of months ago for the holiday season. They were still in their plastic, never worn. I was invited to one - count it, babies! - one Christmas party...and I couldn't make it. I spent that Saturday night in 20 degrees watching Tallulah's soccer game in Backofbeyond.
|20 degrees, 8pm on a Sat night, soccer sidelines, wearing dog blanket from someone's car boot|
Icing on the cake was when I went to pick up my new sneakers. I am only allowed to wear one brand - a very ugly brand - because I am such a bad boy pronator (pigeon toed they used to call it). The sneaker specialist guy took one look at my bunions (would make Ena Sharples weep) and said: "I know exactly what kind of shoes you wear." I giggled and flicked my hair. I knew he was going to say: very very high heels. "UGG boots" he said "you look like you wear UGG boots all the time."
I then took Teddy, the 6lb teen dog, to his water treadmill and holistic therapy (He had both knees pinned 7 weeks ago). I know, only in the East Bay. It was all going so very well until Teddy pooped in the pool... again. "He seems to feel very comfortable here" I ventured helpfully. Besides having a glam life, I'm a cup half full kind of person.
|Teddy doing his water therapy|
What tales of glam from your neck of the woods?