Well it is Monday of the Queen’s Birthday long weekend. Thanks Liz!!!
I am sitting here Spotify churning away in the background. James Taylor and Carole King Live at the Troubadour playing to warm my morning. Life, I think, could be much much worse.
This post is called funny day as I apparently did have one yesterday. When I say funny day, I mean it would appear I was quite amusing, although I think it will loose something in the telling. I will admit that long weekends always raise my spirits, so I am sure that helped. Anyway, we were walking along through Grey Lynn on our way to the Farmer’s Market and I was complaining to Kat that I had lost a pair of my jeans. They had to be somewhere around the house I pointed out, as I never take my trousers off anywhere else but home. Kat found this very amusing, I thought it was just logical. It made my search area much smaller which was also good from my point of view. I would have thought it brought her great solace if anything, but no, just amusement.
Later on, I moved from observation based humour to delicately placing a flatulence in the middle of my reindition of “I was made for loving you” by Kiss. We had just left a Chinese Yum Char lunch and were walking back to the car. Again, much hilarity ensued. Let’s face it, no one likes to admit it, but fart humour always works. I am not sure however, if the guys from The Comfy Chairs (whom I am rehearsing the song for, would find it so funny. Maybe I will try it…..
There was a third, but I will be dammed if I can remember what it was.
Oh, and I found the missing jeans. They were in the drier….