Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Broken telephone = Broken tummy


This is going to be a short one because I just got home - early - from work and I have a ton of work to do. (Hence the word work - doh!)

Why am I home early, you wonder? No, I did not forget my mobile at home, no I did not win a car that is being delivered and I am not on leave. I came home early because I think I have mild food poisoning. Trust me, if I kept going to the loo as much as I was doing at work this morning, my colleagues would start thinking I had a drug problem.
Damn it all! Just my luck! (And it's only my first week!)

I had a profound moment this week. Or so I thought. In fact it was this illusory profound moment that caused the cramps and pain I am feeling right now.
I kept seeing the word Olive everywhere.
I thought this could mean only one of two things:
1.) That the universe was demanding "Oh! Live!"
2.) That I needed dirty martinis.

So, last night, it being the South Africa vs France match (we kicked frog leg ass by the way!), I went to Observatory and had dirty martinis and watched the match.
Now I have food poisoning.

I know it was the damn martinis because my husband and a friend who was with us also has a bad stomach today! DAMN MARTINIS! So, it turns out the universe was not telling me to "Oh! Live!" or drink martinis or anything deep or philosophical.
What it was actually saying was: "Stay away from olives you stupid woman!"
Doh!

Lesson: The universe also has broken telephone.

I'm heading to bed to do my work and - hopefully - feel better soon.

No comments:

Post a Comment