There are little phrases I hear that tickle me sometimes. ‘What the French Toast?!’ is one, ‘Bandang it!’ another. I now have a new one.
The other evening I asked Captain Oz if he’d like a beer. ‘Shit, yeah!’ was the response. I pounced on that one with utter glee and it’s now been added to my repertoire.
Sunday morning saw the three of us in the supermarket, stocking up on munchies. As we were perusing the shelves I saw a display of tins of chocolate and asked Eldest Daughter if she wanted to get one. As she walked over to pick one up, Captain Oz turned to me and asked me if one would be enough. ‘Shit, yeah!’ I shot back, quite loudly.
Note to self: While hearing you say ‘shit, yeah!’ with a crappy Aussie accent in the middle of a busy supermarket makes Captain Oz laugh like a drain, it does not go down too well with other shoppers, and will earn you reproving looks. You may want to tone it down a bit in future.
Eldest Daughter and Captain Oz are in New York at the moment, returning next Friday, which leaves just Youngest Daughter and I at home.
With the tin of chocolate.
Heh.
However, Youngest Daughter is, as I type, laid up in bed with the lurgy.
Which leaves me in charge of the tin of chocolate.
Oh dear.
Having gone off chocolate for the best part of two years, I rediscovered my enjoyment of it a short while ago. This doesn’t bode well for: a)my waistline, b)my arteries, or c)my car - the door pockets will overflow with wrappers.
(One year, I got super organised and bought Easter Eggs (nine) for all the kids in the family quite early and hid them away. The call of the chocolate proved too much though and I ate them all, meaning I had to go and buy another lot to replace them. Chocolate + me = pathetic lack of willpower.)
Give it a day or so and it’ll be a case of ‘what tin of chocolate?’ I can report there are already no strawberry creams left, the quantity of orange chocolate crunch is getting a bit low, as is the one with the hazelnut inside. And you can forget the green triangles - all gone.
I just hope it doesn’t come to this:
However tonight…
…I have chocolate…
…I have wine…
…and it’s the X Factor final (yes, I am the saddo that watches it).
Will I be lolling on the sofa in a happy place, overdosed on chocolate and surrounded by a sea of wrappers?
Shit, yeah!
