Apologies, dear readers. My first post of 2013 is not only tardy in the extreme, it is also going to be composed of a large pity party for one.
While the year started out fantastically (Orange river trip followed by various summery outs and abouts and dramatically reduced stress at work), the past two weeks or so have all but made me believe I'm in the throes of some terrible karma.
ExhibitA
Credit card cloned and used to shop at Bed, Bath and Beyond in New Jersey. 'Must have been a woman,' says La Editrix.
Exhibit B
Awesome weekend at Up the Creek resulting in an agony of sunburn. Seriously, I'm not wimping out – I was feverish, swollen and struggling to walk. Not ideal. It's over a week later now, and I'm peeling in the mankiest way, removing strips of leathery skin from my upper thighs (the sneaky bits where the water rubbed off my religiously applied SPF50). Plus I look like I have a case of dandruff on steroids, since my burnt scalp is flaking off in massive chunks. Boyfriend and I looked like primates on the couch yesterday, hungover and both picking bits of me off me.
Exhibit C
Reversed into my neighbour's Mini Cooper on Friday morning, during what must have been an out of brain experience. Happily (can't believe my luck in this regard), her car is all fine and dandy, and I just have a slightly bent bumper. Not even a paint scratch. Thank the gods.
Exhibit D
Dropped R250 on the dance floor at Deco Dance on Saturday night. There is something soul-destroying about losing money, especially in those figures. And to think, not 12 hours prior to that, I'd restrained myself from buying something at Cotton On for the exact, ironic price of R250.
Okay, I think I've got it all out now. Feel free to offer me some cheese with my whine, or whatever other witty comments you feel are necessary.
