Sunday started like every Sunday has started for...well for some time now. Eyes open at 7a.m. Que? On the weekend? On goes the iPod, which is next to my bed within half-awake-fumbling reach (thank you Logitech® Portable Speakers for iPod). I get up, go to the loo, make a cup of coffee, get back into bed, lie there for a while listening to my tunes with my coffee resting warmly on my bosom. Then I snooze a bit and am woken by my stomach grumbling something about being woken up at the dawn of time yet still waiting for a feeding. So I get up again and make some toast and some tea.
Today's toast topping: peanut butter sprinkled with pumpkin seeds. I recommend it, it's too tasty.
I take my feast back to bed and boot up my laptop for some surfing, some Myspacing and some emailing. Same old same.
So there I am, toast'd and tea'd, writing an email to someone ("someone" is said with gravitas) and it's a difficult email and I'm still not sure if I will send it. I want to put in a quote from the the Wizard of Oz and I wanted to make sure I had it right so I Googled it. The first listing is how I found Anna's Little Red Boat.
Her blog distracted me from the task at hand (probably a good thing) and I have just spent the last hour wiping tears from my cheeks. Tears of laughter you'll be pleased to hear. It's the best thing that could have happened to me this very Sunday. Very funny. Did I mention she's funny? It's just what I needed. So, thank you Anna Pickard for making my day. Punk. I haven't laughed like that for such a long time. (The kind of laugh where no sound comes out and then you snort like a pig - the best!)
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