This Terror, It Makes Us Strange(r)

11 Dec

I’m late because I had to go back upstairs to get a scrunchy. Imagine being stuck for hours in a siege with hair flying all over the place.

~Me to a bemused Boy last night

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12 Responses to “This Terror, It Makes Us Strange(r)”

  1. sukanya December 11, 2008 at 3:20 am #

    yep, you are right, it seeps into every aspect of your life and makes you strange(r)

  2. aneela z December 11, 2008 at 4:52 am #

    yup, gives a whole new perspective to grannie’s warnings of never being caught out wearing old undies (just in case you were in an accident).

  3. aneela z December 11, 2008 at 4:59 am #

    Re: the CNN-IBN question what utter crap…if one is to follow this line of thinking I would suggest their next poll to be “Should India decide to go without its dinner and not come out of its room until they hand over the 26/11 suspects”…”hold its breath until it turns blue in its face'”…”not say hello to any Pakistani diplomat when it passes it in the corridor”…”Indian bloggers not to visit Pakistani blogs AND LEAVE COMMENTS”…bata do OJ what else is in store for us!!!

  4. Mamma Mia! Me A Mamma?!? December 11, 2008 at 10:56 am #

    I wanted to leave that underwear comment here, but I see aneela has beat me to it!

    Drat!

  5. Nino's Mum December 11, 2008 at 11:36 am #

    🙂 reminds me of Ariel’s hair in Shakespeare’s The Tempest: ‘like the spirit of you trying to escape’.

  6. dipali December 11, 2008 at 2:08 pm #

    We are morphing into stranger and stranger creatures.
    I, of course, had to tie up my hair before using the loo, to the great amusement of my family, especially my brother.
    I understand completely!

  7. Orange Jammies December 11, 2008 at 10:51 pm #

    sukanya: Even though we refuse to be afraid, we can’t help being affected. 😦

    aneela z: I’ve found that warning very valuable ever since I received it on a 17th birthday card. 😉 And OJ is holding her tongue on what’s in store. For now, anyway.

    M4: Speaking of underwear, we were required to wear hideous granny bloomers at school. I think it was a smart ploy to keep the boys away. No man worth his testosterone would approach those with a barge (or any other) pole.

    Nino’s Mum: Sigh. He’s eternal, that one. I was so annoyed when they named a damn washing powder after the wonderful sprite. Not to mention a fizzy drink! Aaaargh, this just gets worse!

    dipali: 😆 Rapunzels are us.

  8. rads December 12, 2008 at 12:49 am #

    Yep, I’d be more worried if the weather was gonna humid on me and then I’d be a frizz-pool :\

  9. Aunty G December 12, 2008 at 12:53 am #

    Scrunchy for the hair
    Shoes for the pair
    Glasses on nose
    Also helpful, pantyhose
    Now ready to take the world on a dare!

  10. Orange Jammies December 12, 2008 at 3:45 pm #

    rads: Like Monica in the Caribbean screaming “It’s the humidity” ?? 😉

    Aunty G: Remind me to tell you a pantyhose story when we speak next.

  11. Aunty G December 13, 2008 at 12:05 am #

    Tell, tell, tell it NOW!

  12. Orange Jammies December 14, 2008 at 11:05 am #

    Aunty G: And risk being disowned by my embarrassed-half-to-death mother? 😉 I should think not!

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