Woohoo!….wait…zzzzz….COFFEE!….yeah!….urgh….zzzzz….. a.k.a JETLAG

At the best of times, I am well known for daily blonde moments involving seemingly straight forward acts such as walking and using the English language correctly.   I know the looks I get.  The bemused raised eyebrows, the not quite concealed giggles, and the unshamed bellows of laughter at the ins and outs of watching Amnesty negotiate life in general.  Coordination and clarity are clearly not my strong point!

Today in the kitchen, we whip up the lovely combination of an insomniac with jetlag in a vintage shaker; when the bar tender of airtravel pours me out, you find your glass has been rimmed with a extra heavy layer of “voices in your head”.  Yessireee…..pass GO, collect $200, Amnesty has moved to a whole new level of Whacky.

I bought a dress today.  A dress that I have no specific or valid location to wear to.  While cocooned in the soft white drapes of the mall department store change room, I managed to successfully have a conversation with my sister, in my head, on the pros and cons of ‘the dress’.

 

Amnesty:  I look like a Christmas tree.

Stylish Sis: A hot Christmas tree.

Amnesty: Who buys a dress with no place to wear it to?????

Stylish Sis:  “*syntax error* – fatal.  does not compute………”

Amnesty:  ……errr….

Stylish Sis: BUY THE DRESS YOU MORON!!!! ARGH!!!!!

 

Sis can be scary….I bought the dress.