Musical...lyrical...physical...academical...
THE OTHER DAY I almost died at the fate of a novelty sized toasted sandwich maker falling on my head.
Actually - it didn't fall on my head, but it was so close I could feel the airwaves alter around me.
I was putting the very large appliance in its very unsafe home (about two metres from the ground on a very high shelf) when I had the sudden thought, "this probably isn't the smartest thing I'll do all day."
It wasn't.
Now, I'm not a very tall girl... perhaps 167cm...(even though I often put 166cm in my theatre CV hoping that's short enough to one day fit in Glinda's bubble in Wicked)... so when I stood on my tip-toes trying to put the maker in its rightful place, I kind of had to jump to get it there...and then secure it precariously with my finger tips.
I stood away thinking, "job...somewhat...done."
It was when I was making toast (guiltily with peanut butter and honey) with my back turned when I heard a massively large thump.
I didn't need to turn - I knew what it was.
The sandwich maker had decided it was tired of being forced to consume gluten and dairy and found the easy way out...it plummeted to the ground where one of its legs would detach.
Fortunately I wasn't underneath it, squirming painfully unable to get up because of its unusual heaviness.
More fortunately though - my housemate's Chihuahua wasn't under it either.
At least you'd be able to see me under the maker, the Chihuahua would have been lost for days....well at least until someone wanted a toasted sandwich. I don't know what would upset them more...the fact that the Chihuahua had been hit...or that they couldn't enjoy a cheesy toastie.
Anyway...I wish it had of been this moment when I'd had an epiphany. This epiphany that I should have had when I miraculously avoided dying from being hit was one I just had in the shower ....and in doing so I daydreamed and forgot whether I'd washed my face...then rewashed it...and now it's all dry!
This is the epiphany: I haven't blogged for ages! Instead, I've been doing everything else.
Who would have thought beginning your masters at uni, taking part in a three day-a-week rehearsal for a 20 show musical, trying to get fit, marrying off your brother, playing touch, working full time, and dating someone new would take up so much time.
AND I forgot to finish my novel!!!
But now I'm back, ready to take on the world...well at least try and work out how to encourage people to subscribe to my blog as I try to influence others with my ridiculous words, un-heated arguments and Pulitzer winning....
Sorry Jess (housemate) , I owe you a toasted sandwich maker....next pay???
Weekly invention:
An unbreakable toasted sandwich maker that no one will use but me...oh, it's called a jaffle iron which you only use when you go camping. There you go Jess, this one comes with a warranty!
The end...for now.
Actually - it didn't fall on my head, but it was so close I could feel the airwaves alter around me.
I was putting the very large appliance in its very unsafe home (about two metres from the ground on a very high shelf) when I had the sudden thought, "this probably isn't the smartest thing I'll do all day."
It wasn't.
Now, I'm not a very tall girl... perhaps 167cm...(even though I often put 166cm in my theatre CV hoping that's short enough to one day fit in Glinda's bubble in Wicked)... so when I stood on my tip-toes trying to put the maker in its rightful place, I kind of had to jump to get it there...and then secure it precariously with my finger tips.
I stood away thinking, "job...somewhat...done."
It was when I was making toast (guiltily with peanut butter and honey) with my back turned when I heard a massively large thump.
I didn't need to turn - I knew what it was.
The sandwich maker had decided it was tired of being forced to consume gluten and dairy and found the easy way out...it plummeted to the ground where one of its legs would detach.
Fortunately I wasn't underneath it, squirming painfully unable to get up because of its unusual heaviness.
More fortunately though - my housemate's Chihuahua wasn't under it either.
At least you'd be able to see me under the maker, the Chihuahua would have been lost for days....well at least until someone wanted a toasted sandwich. I don't know what would upset them more...the fact that the Chihuahua had been hit...or that they couldn't enjoy a cheesy toastie.
Anyway...I wish it had of been this moment when I'd had an epiphany. This epiphany that I should have had when I miraculously avoided dying from being hit was one I just had in the shower ....and in doing so I daydreamed and forgot whether I'd washed my face...then rewashed it...and now it's all dry!
This is the epiphany: I haven't blogged for ages! Instead, I've been doing everything else.
Who would have thought beginning your masters at uni, taking part in a three day-a-week rehearsal for a 20 show musical, trying to get fit, marrying off your brother, playing touch, working full time, and dating someone new would take up so much time.
AND I forgot to finish my novel!!!
But now I'm back, ready to take on the world...well at least try and work out how to encourage people to subscribe to my blog as I try to influence others with my ridiculous words, un-heated arguments and Pulitzer winning....
Sorry Jess (housemate) , I owe you a toasted sandwich maker....next pay???
Weekly invention:
An unbreakable toasted sandwich maker that no one will use but me...oh, it's called a jaffle iron which you only use when you go camping. There you go Jess, this one comes with a warranty!
The end...for now.
You crazy possum! I needed that laugh! mg
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