Penultimate day at work!

Yesterday, the girls in the office gave me a leaving present of a savannah bottle/drinking glass and a pair of purple doondies (see picture). I was awarded the Savanah Trophy for drinking the most savanahs. Anger said when she saw the undies she thought of me. I’m not sure how to take this… the graphic on the front is a flying dog with wings.

Regardless, they rock. I rock. We all rock. And now I can shake my ass like dorky Natalie (Cameron Diaz) in Charlie’s Angels… in my little pair of boyish underwear.

Awesome.

Then I went to movies with Mumsy to watch Little Miss Sunshine, which is probably the funniest movie I’ve seen this year (I haven’t seen Borat yet). I may be ruining it by raising expectations, but any movie that makes bundling a body into the back of a van (that has to be kickstarted in 3rd gear) funny, is good humour.

And one day, when I have kids, I’m going to make sure they enter every beauty pageant. Because children should be seen and not heard, and if they’re gonna be seen, then they must look good.

One the way home, I was rolling up my window when my window-roller-upper-thingie came off my hand. So I got the giggles. I tried to put the roller-upper-thingie back on, but ended up having to pull/tug the window up and drove home with the winder in my lap. And then Boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend (aka Psycho or My Nemesis) almost turned a corner into me. That would’ve made my night.

So now, like the infamous Peas, I’m of the “stop car, open door, get out car, swipe card, get back in car, close door, drive through booms” variety.

Awesome.