To continue on from what I said in the last post about my mom forgetting how old I am, don’t worry, it’s not like we’re distant from each other. She just happens to be sweet, caring, and incredibly forgetful! We’ve agreed that it’s a good thing I’m honest, I could get away with so much otherwise. I’ve been paying her back HK$1000 (US$130) bit by bit, and each time I hand over some of it she looks surprised and asks why I’m giving it to her.
The past couple of days have been decent to me. I’m down to only one ciggie a day, and went for a whole 36 hours without a smoke. Before that I hadn’t gone longer than 24 hours for 3 or 4 years. I’ve also been trying to work out a bit more, don’t want to gain too much weight while quitting.
I’m pretty happy with how much money I’m saving by not buying ciggies. Willie and I walked all up and down Tung Choi Street (usually referred to by me as fish or turtle street) but I couldn’t find anything I wanted to buy besides from my basic turt supplies, so I took him to a nice lunch instead. Starting next month though I’ll begin to put away the money that I save. Some things I want to buy when I’ve got enough cash: a new filter for Dorothy, a heater for Waffle, Leonidas choccies for Mom and Willie (they are so good), and maybe a new top for myself.
Hah, yes the two turtle items are on top of the list. Oh, and not that many will be interested but Mom has given Dorothy a new name. We’ve always referred to her affectionately as Dobi (pronounced Doh-bee) but for some reason Mom’s been extending it recently and calling her Dobi Wan Kenobi all the time. (I came back with “Cobra Commander” as a new name for Waffle, after she remarked that he had a snake-like neck. Take away two cool points if you know who Cobra Commander is.)
Not much else to say right now, so I’ll leave you with a few things I found amusing from the latest Dilbert newsletter.
True Tales of Induhviduals
“I was sitting in the lunchroom with a coworker, and he noticed a “funny” pattern on one of his socks. He told me that his socks were the same color, but the pattern of one was not right. He just couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I let him ponder the situation for five minutes and then I informed him that he was wearing one sock inside out. He is our director of quality.”
“A little pain never hurt anyone.”
“My arms were knee-deep in mud.”
“The squeaky wheel is the one that makes the most noise.”