Sunday, June 11, 2006
Runaway
Went for camp today at the Boy's Brigade...one of the guys accousted me
"Excuse me auntie"
Auntie?!?!??! I was deeply offended. Was I carrying a trapezium-shaped wicker basket-with-large-clasp or wearing floral print? Was I giving off motherly vibes or reeking of a strange perfume? Certainly not. I was quietly minding my own business and reading a funny book and suddenly I've aged countless years into the future. Heck I didn't even plan to live that long to make it into Auntie mode. :(
In order to preserve my youthful pallor, baby-ass skin and razor sharp wits, I had planned to die a quick and painless (optimally) death by the age of 50. Before arthritis stops me playing my cello and senility stops me solving Sudoku. But now, some child has presumed to tell me that I am highly suitable for an advanced stage in age-related human development. He's even granted me unconditional initiation. Without the 40year bond period.
Oh, the tragedy
What am I doing wrong:(
belle epoque at 11:51 AM