The International parcel (which I mentioned earlier) that I had to sign for turned out to be a parcel from Marks & Spencer in the UK with all the bras I’d ordered. I don’t know why, but British bras seem to have more room for the boobage than what the ones I can buy here in Oz do. (WordPress shut up – boobage is so a word!)
However pleased I was to receive the underthings (read: very, very pleased), it wasn’t my sock. I emailed Julie to advise this and she noted as such on her blog. The result? Still no sock and still not a note from anyone saying ‘ooops’. Oh, I know. I, the Queen of Procrastinators, know! The cat’s dying, the husband has run off with the 90 year old next door, Mercury is in retrograde, work is unbelievably stressful, the In-laws have gone to live on a commune – whatever. I really don’t care. Just let me know you’re not going to send a sock.
Actually, don’t bother sending a sock, just pray for rain in my part of the world. I can knit my own socks, I can even buy the damned things but I can’t make it freaking rain and we need that more than I need socks.
Louie the Lemon sends his love.
2 responses so far ↓
Bonnie // June 16, 2009 at 5:46 am |
Why,yes, it would be fun to have an international sock. Drop me an e-mail and we’ll set things up.
schwartz141 at verizon dot net
Susan // June 18, 2009 at 10:16 am |
What low life would sign up and then bail..? Pathetic. I am in for an international swap.
Canada here!