I am completely at a loss of what to post today. You might be thinking, “then why post Yael?” Good question, I am so glad you asked.
Because daily fresh content is all I have going for me. If I even have that. The five people that read this blog would agree that I am not a mind-blowing writer, don’t trash my family, don’t write about my struggles with postpartum depression and raising kids, don’t anonymously write scathing and hilarious accounts of my workplace and don’t say anything interesting about the election or new music. Basically, reading this blog is as useful and entertaining as completing a word jumble in a free newspaper: it’s always new, and it passes the time for ten seconds.
Today’s possible pointless subjects:
- Our upstairs neighbors’ terrace is 5 feet from our bedroom window and when I had one of my regular sleeping-in-late-on-an-unemployed-workday mornings the other day, I was traumatically awoken by the sounds of them sipping tea and discussing in British accents what the proper pronunciation of “junta” is.
- I have gone to this class at the gym twice now: “Legs, Bums & Tums.” Out of 40 girls, I am definitely the one that is always off the beat and not in time with the instructor on the movements. Which always surprises me because when I am out drinking, I have such good rhythm to music.
- Today I go to pick up the new Xbox cord near Tottenham Circus. Cross your fingers.
- I am definitely going through edamame-withdrawal in London.
- Bryan’s company hired an employee the other day who then quit 3 days later. He still gets paid for a month. You picked the right country, buddy.
- If I had to choose between being an observant Mormon and never drinking alcohol or having sex before marriage OR being Orthodox Jewish and not eating bacon, I would choose Mormon.
- If you watch “Half Nelson” and “Lars and the Real Girl” back-to-back like I did last week, you will believe that Ryan Gosling is a great actor.
- I never say “cheers” when I am finishing a transaction with an English person. I always get nervous and tongue-tied and so I overcompensate by saying “thank you” approximately 19 times. Bryan says “cheers.” He is so in here.
- Tonight we’re having a whole chicken. And no I am not that crazy- it’s pre-cooked. (By the way, people that discuss what is for dinner prior to one hour before dinner are people with too much time on their hands.)
- This weekend we’re going to Amsterdam and we’re trying to decide if we should celebrate our anniversary early with a prostitute or a brick of “Light of Jah” marijuana. Just kidding mom & dad! We’re going to be studying Anne Frank.