“You see we’re born, born, born
Born to be alive”
It’s amazing what you will hear on the radio while riding in a taxi in South Korea. I mean talk about unexpected and odd. It has been ages since I last heard that song, and I never thought I would hear it on a Korean radio station. It has a nice beat and I constantly fought the urge to boogie on down in the backseat of the taxi. Instead I did what I call the chin attack. You know, if you were trying to punch someone with your chin. The kind of “I’m cool” head jerk.
I am sure the Taxi driver enjoyed it.
While I was tutoring today, my hubby ran to the store to buy paint and I guess while he was in a taxi the taxi driver decided then would be a good time to poop himself. Guess it was pretty smelly. Even now, hours later, he says he can still smell it, like it has been burned into his nose or something.
This morning I was completely devastated. As I was brushing my teeth, I saw the most horrendous fiend hiding in my hair. It was a WHITE HAIR.
I AM ONLY 26! A WHITE HAIR! HOW? WHY? AHHHHH!
I plucked that sucker out, showed my husband, screamed about it again, and then I taped it inside my journal. It is my very first white hair after all…
On Wednesday night, after posting here, I began to get sick. I then began a long 6 hour bout of – what I can only guess was – food poisoning. I swear all I did was walk back and forth, back and forth in my study room and the living room until about 3am. I must have looked a sight, because as I was doing my pacing, I was clutching a crystal elephant that my great grandmother had given me. The whole time my husband stayed with me, even after all the “Don’t touch me I’m too hot!” I shouted at him. He even started pacing back and forth with me. Maybe it was because he felt so helpless, or maybe he was just bored. Then I tried to settle down on the sofa and watch a movie, but I was up and sick again until about 4-4:30. I was sicker than a dog. Actually what does that mean? When dogs are sick, is it more serious than other animals? Or is it more like dogs are sick as in fetishes and stuff? Dogs do sniff each others’ butts, lick themselves and then lick your face. Yeah, that’s pretty sick! And why are they so obsessed with people’s crotches?!
Needless to say, on Thursday I was a zombie and couldn’t work. I know I probably drove my hubby up the wall. Zombie Mandoo is a whiney and indecisive Mandoo. I finally began to become normal Mandoo (my nickname my husband gave me. It means dumpling in Korean. Guess that means I am squishy ><) and was finally awake enough to work on a Halloween craft.
I ended up making a crocheted skull. I found the pattern here.
I still need to finish my wreath, make a skeleton doll, a jack o’ lantern, some witch boots, some witchy cross stitch, a witchy throw, and much more.