Had a senior moment this morning at the office.
Was having a pee. Then decided to use the bidet. Turned it on and….
Water shot straight out of the hose, hit the ceiling and rained back down on me.
I think I am too blunt for my own good. Over the years I have learnt to be quiet but now and then I would still blurt out something incredibly offensive in a conversation.
The topic of conversation was Asian cultures and I got a bit carried away.
I shared that I told my husband, that as a chinese woman, I like to be working while knowing I have the choice to quit.
Man, I regretted as soon as I said it. The table was quiet and guess who’s the new Dragon Lady in town?
Anyway, it was a joke!
Ok, maybe half a joke.
We have started Downton Abbey. I delayed watching it for so long because after watching two episodes of The Tudors some time ago, I had developed a disdain for period dramas (Boardwalk Empire excluded).
Anyway, Downton Abbey is crack. I can’t get enough of it. In fact I am typing so fast now because am dying to get back to watching episode 2 of Season 3.
To think that in the beginning, I kept disrupting Gareth mid-watching to ask him why were they pronuncing “Down town” as “Down tern” in the show. Hur hur hur.