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Jul. 21st, 2011 11:16 amSomeone in the office keeps leaving Weight Watchers magazines by the microwave in the break area. I keep hiding them under other papers. I feel that Weight Watchers magazines should be something sought out by choice, not displayed where you're getting your food.
Yesterday lunchtime I got stuck in a dress. I was trying on a shift in a shop, and was having a bit of trouble with the zip at the back. I couldn't work out why, as the two sides were meeting reasonably well so it didn't seem like it was too small for me. Then I realised that the teeth underneath the zipper had come apart from each other, and the zipper was wedged firmly right in the middle. The assistant had to cut me out with scissors. She seemed fairly sanguine about the whole affair, I don't know if it's a common occurence for her.
I'm going to see Pericles on Friday! Last weekend I was reading the Scottish papers over brunch with my parents, and saw in a listings section that the Bard in the Botanics programme included Pericles, which I haven't seen. I feel that this is very fortuitous, as it wasn't listed on the Birmingham webpage of Shakespeare productions. So the lesson is that you should always have weekend brunch, probably involving both bacon and syrup as mine did, in order not to miss out on important cultural events.
Also this weekend - having my feet pedicured by nibbly fish with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yiskah. Who will be also getting her feet eaten, not eating mine, to clarify. I keep wanting to call them cannibal fish, but of course I am not a fish. (Now I have been reminded of a comment thread in which [Unknown site tag] insisted I was a horse, that made me laugh like a drain. I am not a horse either.)
Yesterday lunchtime I got stuck in a dress. I was trying on a shift in a shop, and was having a bit of trouble with the zip at the back. I couldn't work out why, as the two sides were meeting reasonably well so it didn't seem like it was too small for me. Then I realised that the teeth underneath the zipper had come apart from each other, and the zipper was wedged firmly right in the middle. The assistant had to cut me out with scissors. She seemed fairly sanguine about the whole affair, I don't know if it's a common occurence for her.
I'm going to see Pericles on Friday! Last weekend I was reading the Scottish papers over brunch with my parents, and saw in a listings section that the Bard in the Botanics programme included Pericles, which I haven't seen. I feel that this is very fortuitous, as it wasn't listed on the Birmingham webpage of Shakespeare productions. So the lesson is that you should always have weekend brunch, probably involving both bacon and syrup as mine did, in order not to miss out on important cultural events.
Also this weekend - having my feet pedicured by nibbly fish with
yiskah. Who will be also getting her feet eaten, not eating mine, to clarify. I keep wanting to call them cannibal fish, but of course I am not a fish. (Now I have been reminded of a comment thread in which [Unknown site tag] insisted I was a horse, that made me laugh like a drain. I am not a horse either.)
