Thirsty Thursday: Maybe I’m mellowing out...
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law.
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law
THIRSTY THURSDAY
Week one of the school holidays and I haven’t tried to kill anyone yet. Maybe I’m mellowing out. Maybe it’s Maybeline. Maybe it’s the fact that I whinged to the chemist about my useless lady stickers and how they were peeling off in the shower and she said they had the other, stickier ones if I wanted and now I’m getting decent amount of sticker power and am not crying all the time anymore. Maybe it’s because it’s only Wednesday.
I’m also super excited because I am heading away on my jet tomorrow (en fait, scratch that - I was going to say “o ho ho I am making a super funny joke right now about taking my jet but letting other people come for a ride” but now that I think about it the idea of having a private jet makes me boke because the people who have private jets are janked up, should have a good look at themselves, and can get spranked) but still I am going away tomorrow to hang out with my bestie and be a super cool urban person for a few days.
I’ve been inundated with mahi this week, typically, which I am not allowed to be mad or cry about because, while I do not aspire for the bajillionaire lifestyle because I am not a soul-less finance bro simp chode, I still like to pay for groceries and power and petrol and also I have found a ring I like that I may try on in Auckland and then dither about for six months and then go to buy and find it no longer exists, like the Kmart jeans I like.
However, just living and not starving to death aside, I am a teensy bit miffed because it also looks like yet another event or trip will sail past without me having had the time to do my nails. It’s a lovely thing I like to do for myself, especially if I won’t have my hands in soapy dishwater or scraping dog sick out of the carpet for a few days, but I always leave it to the last minute and then am mad about it for the whole time I’m away. Maybe I’ll do them tomorrow before my flight, but I have to pack and run in to town for shampoo from the hairdresser that I didn’t buy when I was only just there last week, and I can’t get Mr mr to go and do it for me because he can never find out how much it costs. Maybe I will take my quick-dry nail polish with me and do them at the airport because that wouldn’t be ridiculous at all.
Although I believe I will be smashing away on my laptop answering emails like an international businesswoman, which will be interesting because I have to take one of mummy’s special tablets to get near the airport (clients, if I sign off “love ya babes” you now know why).
And also if you hear of an incident at the airport in the next day or so it will have been me packing a force five saddie if they don’t have a bar manager on duty at the café because mummy also needs a glass of something to get on the death bird because yes yes special tablet bla bla but I know my body and it needs a wine as well for the antioxidants.
So anyway, think of me in a cool inner-city apartment with no children or dog or Mr mr or dishes or washing and we will absolutely not be in our jammies ignoring the city and watching old episodes of Real Housewives of New Jersey. Ooh and new Miami.
Love ya babes.
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