Yesterday I fell prey to one of my periodic desires to become a better person - and by “better”, I mean “skinnier and more productive”. So Helpdesk Man and I are trying a grain-free week in order to curb sugar cravings, and I have vowed to perform no frivolous Internet surfing and to wade through my impressively long to-do list. Which includes making a fairy dress and its accompanying corset before Saturday (assuming my steel boning arrives in time), finishing the Christmas shopping and getting up-to-date with various freelancey bits and pieces. Also sourcing a turkey. And finishing a dress for the snortlepig. And cooking for Saturday’s picnic. Things like that.
I went this morning to our church’s Christmas display, at which two of my small sisters were performing as part of a handbell-ringing group. It was quite an experiemce - not because of the bell-ringing itself, but because of the conductor, who kept up a cheerful patter between songs about how the bell-ringers were rubbish. It was quite astounding. She helpfully pointed out every mistake upon the completion of each song, informed us which of the ringers suffered from blood pressure problems, told us all about the woman (second from the right) who had been so bad initially she had tried to quit, and generally did her utmost to nudge the troupe towards suicide. Amazingly, they seemed to bear her no ill-will.
Would you rather be given free food for the rest of your life, or free holidays?
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