One. We’re getting our chimney swept and I admit that despite the many websites I browsed I picked this dude because anyone who poses like this for their company has simply earned my business. This man clearly takes chimney sweeping seriously. I’m excited because getting your chimney swept feels so very British and I’m secretly hoping he’ll do a little jig while singing chim-chimney-chim-chimney-chim-chim-churree a sweeper’s as lucky as lucky can be. If he jumps from roof-to-roof I’m not sure how I’ll contain my excitement. [Yes- my parents let me watch Mary Poppins one time too many]
Two. I’m cooking lots of Asian-inspired dishes lately, like this tasty Teriyaki chicken [just add lemon juice] so when I saw a deal for soy sauce in tanks so large no one save a mega-popular Asian restaurant the likes of PF Changs should be purchasing them, I ofcourse made a mad dash for the nearest Asian superstore. Unfortunately they were sold out so I went to customer service, except that between my sleep-deprived state and the non-English speaking salesclerk, our exchange was. . . unproductive:
Me: Hi, hoping you can help me out. You’re out of soy sauce so I was hoping I could get a green card.
Me: You know, a green card? I saw a sign that you give out green cards.
Me: Wait. Did I say green card? I’m so sorry. . . I meant rain check. . . not green card. Can I get a rain check?
Fifteen minutes and an English speaker later I left the store with rain check in hand and the knowledge that Bobbi had no idea I was requesting legal status in lieu of soy sauce. [and because I know requests for a green card made by a brown person might raise eyebrows, I am indeed a proud Pakistani-American U.S. citizen thankyouverymuch]
|‘this teriyaki chicken’|
Three. My kid? He slept from 8pm to 5am last night with nary a peep. If you’ve been reading my blog for any amount of time you know I’m currently engaged in an epic struggle for sleep so this is more beautiful than words can capture. The bad news? I kept waiting for him to wake up any minute and consequently got two hours of sleep. Still- he slept. Which means he might sleep tonight. [If you’re interested in how this sleep thing happened I’ll write a post next week. Still not sure if its luck or parental effort].
So in sum: Unwitnessed demands for legal status, soy sauce of epic proportions, singing chimney sweeps, and the promise of rest [and fewer sleep-deprived mumblings] to come- do Thursdays get any better? Hope you had a beautiful day.