So today, my not-so-little Bro Bro is moving into a new apartment.
With a girl.
Now, you'd think that, on this most auspicious of days, I'd have a veritable dossier of sage advice on the mysteries of the female psyche to hand over.
I do not.
Mostly because compiling all that information would be so deeply boring. But also because growing up with yours truly was practical experience enough, one hopes.
All right. This is going to sound utterly ridiculous but, sometimes, I get this funny, fizzy feeling in my tummy right before something amazing and/or exciting happens.
Just the other day, I was telling Bro Bro that something fizzy this way comes and, this afternoon, a perfectly lovely gentleman wandered into the store nearly giving me a coronary.
The only coherent sentence my mind could form was, "Holy $#!+, the Kingmaker just walked in. So, this is how it ends."
May is happening. The tulips are out. As are my dresses.
I've been wearing them every single day in defiant protest against any and all rain clouds that deign to obscure this lovely sunshine we've been having.
A few sidelong glances from strangers aside, I think it's been working - this completely mental, arm wrestling match with Mother Nature.
Ah, life and it's double-edged swords.
Take Google Earth, for example.
On the one hand, it's quite creepy what those satellites can capture. And the resolution is only getting better.
On the flip side, though, there are amazingly creative people out there who use it to make things like "Night Walk in Marseilles" - where you get to go on a guided tour of a little French neighbourhood famous for it's street art.
Do you know what the word for microwave is in Wales?
Popty Ping.
Was there ever a more appropriate name for something? In my head, I'm picturing Anthony Hopkins saying it in that gravitas manner of his.
Ah, these little colloquial ins and outs - they're what I live for ; )
It has recently come to my attention that Sean "P. Puff Diddy Daddy" Combs and I have more in common than bling and hoes.
Apparently, we both L♥VE Downton Abbey - isn't it wonderful how little things like that bring us all together?
When I was little, I absolutely loathed Top Gear.
I distinctly remember, back when one had to check TV listings in newspapers, that there would be a day every single week where one of the channels would insist on doing a Top Gear marathon.
It was torturous. Just hearing that jingle in the beginning would fill me with a mixture of rage and coma-inducing boredom.
Which is why, when Bro Bro suggested I give it another go, I thought that he might finally be losing his $#!+.
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