A neighbor knocked on our door earlier, asking wether or not we had electricity. But spends the entire time looking over my shoulder into the flat. Now, I’m just wondering if she didn’t believe me when I said we did in fact have electricity or whether she was rather taken with something behind me. Anyway, it was like those instances when men speak to your boobs.
Not sure my enthusiasm for the abdication/inauguration in Holland can survive being forced to listen to this much Dutch.
The inauguration of the Dutch Crown Princely couple is happening in a few days, and I am all over that shit.
So, while I’m all:
Everyone that I know is looking at me like:
…Have been to the supermarket twice in as many days to buy, amongst other things, some shampoo. Grab a bottle, pay, leave.
Except, on both occasions, I never have the shampoo when I get home. Once is acceptable, twice makes me think I’m loosing my mind.
Also, the shit show I threw when the 2nd bottle failed to appear from my bag made me loose a few girlfriend points, I think, and added a few to the “Crazy lady” end of the scale.