Missisms

Last weekend was just a bit too manic, got to work Monday and I was all worn out.
This weekend was much more pleasant.

Went shopping on Friday night, met C, then M, then Tg, then Mtb.

M said that my face is gaunt and my lips now look to big for the rest of my face and that everybody is saying so. I wasn’t really offended, I mean, I can’t really do anything about it, C said that it was an awful thing to say and it wasn’t true.

Also, I spoke to M’s brother on the phone, he said M told him about J’s grandmother having 10 servants and a massive house like a palace and how the servants gave me a pedicure and a massage and stuff.
(BTW, none of this is true and it’s kind of an embarrassing letdown when they find out the truth, like when M told all her work colleagues that I’m a genius and then made me go to a quiz night)

However, M’s brother was happy to hear that in China they do actually serve sizzling beef on a sizzling hotplate and it’s not something they just made up for Australians.

Flashback
In year 8, M continually stole my bag and either upended it into the bin, or threw it up in a tree.

Present Day
Now, 15 years later, we live together in happy harmony.
  ¶ 1:34 PM