The suckability of grown-up-dom...

So, I was walking through the shopping centre in my lunch hour with my ulltra healthy salad in hand…sigh…when I came across the cops. One was staked out near the shoe shop and the other was near the sunglass shop and they were both holding walkie-talkies and looking through the glass of those shops at the entrance to Big W (like Kmart). I slowed my steps waiting for action. Nothing. I slowed some more as a bunch of security guys rushed in. More nothing. I came to a complete stop and pretended I was interested in tacky Aussie souvenirs that had ‘Cairns’ spelt incorrectly but then what do you expect of things made in China? Still nothing happening - just men hovering and talking into walkie-talkies. Sadly, I then realized I had to go back to work with my salad and I realized being a grown up sucks.

The Pet Question...

Next month, if all the planets align as they should – if not I’ll be bloody kicking them into alignment - I’ll be in my new house. And, I’ve been thinking that I’m probably grown up enough now to have a pet. But what sort would have the patience to live with me? Years ago, I did have the legendary Marlene the goldfish who lived with me for 7 years. She was easy to deal with. She ignored me and I, apart from saying hello to her, ignored her. But now I’m thinking I could probably have a grown up pet but what? I did want chooks (chickens) but due to the snake threat I can’t have chickens. Bugger. I was reading about a hissing duck with attitude and that appealed to me but again - snakes. So, I’m thinking a tortoise or a weird looking reptile that just wanders aimlessly around and only expects three things from me – food, good conversation and that I won’t step on it. When you think about it that’s all anyone can ask of another isn’t it?

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