Mondays at the Monkey Firm are brutal for me.
I have to hit the ground running (as in, be in the office operating with full cognitive powers) by 7:30 AM. A full hour before the rest of the office comes straggling in. Why? Because I’m a lucky, lucky girl!
Monday nights at my house, therefore, are anything but brutal.
Typically, I come home (boots off at the front door), slide down the hardwood hallway in my tights while on the phone with my favorite Tai Restaurant. For the good half-hour I’m waiting for delivery, I finish up some work from home, have a cuddle with Kitten (who by this point is tired of me being gone on weekends) and fill the tub. I’m usually pretty thrilled to see the delivery man and tip him a little too much. Then, food in hand, I crawl into a hot bath with some chopsticks and a carton of Pad Thai. Ahhhh, heaven.
Yeah, I eat in the tub. Sure, maybe that’s weird. But hey, just add it to the list.
Last night, however, things got a little stirred up. We went out for Thai food. I know, I know. Crazy talk.
The intuitive waiter must have sensed that things were a little off for me, not being in the bath and all, and kindly spilled a rather large glass of ice water into my lap. Oddly equipped with a digital camera, my dinner companion managed to capture the moment. I was laughing so hard, that you may very well have been convinced that the puddle on the chair and my soaked jeans were a result of some rather unfortunate laughing-peeing accident. (But we all know that hasn’t happened since girls’ camp, 1991. And there is no need to bring that up.)
Soggy pants and all, I left the restaurant fairly sure the entire staff was laughing just as hard as I was (except for the poor waiter), got in the car and thanked Baby Jesus for the invention of heated seats.
My Monday kicks your Monday’s ass.
***PS***
Pictures from New Year’s Eve, courtesy of the Dollhouse. Please ignore the one where I have a double chin. And the one where I look like a rat. Thank you.
You’re getting all crazy with posting pictures now, huh?
Eh, why not?
Rat? I didn’t see no rat, fishy! I did spy with my little eye a copper, however. Quite the wild party was it? Hmm?
my mondays consist of screaming children, unkempt uniforms, fights that include weave being ripped out of heads, class cutters, a 7:30 arrival time, shitty lunch in the cafeteria, tardies, bad attitudes, a million disturbances,sleepy heads, slang, oh, who am i kidding? i could go on and on. and oh yeah, that’s every day.
hey, that’s why i became a teacher, right?
the cops came, they drank, they erased our digital pictures… but D got away with one!
looks like a fabulous party! thanks for tempting us with party pictures on a MONDAY, though.
i enjoy your blog for the following reasons: 1) you seriously remind me of Carrie from Sex and the City and I mean that in much respect, because she is totally fabulous, 2) your wit and humor is addictive & 3) you have inspired me to a different type of writing, a type of writing that is fun and educational…thanks! london
Yo Fish,
You should post more pictures, because:
a) Everyone likes a good party. Except for, like, Shi’ite muslim governments, and the Amish.
b) You’re hot. Trust me, i’m from South Africa, where we seem to breed the hottest women on earth (Charlize Theron, casse in point).. and you totally make the grade.
Can’t wait for the swimsuit category!..
Re: the Thai waiter– Would a fish out of water joke be redundant here?
You look a lil like Jennifer Aniston, but prettier.