Karin is now the proud owner (and wearer) of an over-sized karate outfit in which she reminds me of a rather sharp-cornered, belted schmoo.
I have work to be doing. Why aren't I doing it?
My walk today was good and sweaty, up hill and down dale, in a different town (while Karin was air-punching and hai-yah-kicking) but boring. Just gravel and trees and the occasional slug. No people, no bizarre and twisty conversations with my kid.
If work was an appliance it would be a coffee grinder. If I was something being ground, I would be the coffee.
I am not at all sure that the above metaphor made sense to anyone but me, but it made me giggle madly.
Martin is bugging me. Like a big bug. He actually just got in my face and said, "huh? huh? huh?"
If you're looking for coherency or a common thread, move along.
