Monday, January 22, 2007

Beth Is A Frood Who Really Knows Where Her Umbrella Is

If only that were true. Now that Vancouver is settling nicely into its normal winter weather (7 degrees and raining), it would be prudent to know where one's umbrella is. I, of course, lost my umbrella. I guess if I want to get really technical about it, it's not exactly "lost," since I know exactly where I left it. I left it in the cab that I took home on New Year's Eve. It's a shame because that was a nice umbrella - a sturdy one that didn't turn inside out at the slightest breeze like my umbrellas usually do. Of course, that is because I usually buy the cheapest umbrellas, knowing that I will inevitably lose them anyway. This sturdy umbrella is one that I found on the bus... I instinctly grabbed it off the seat next to me when I was getting off the bus, as it was black and I thought it was mine, but then as soon as I got off the bus I noticed that my own cheap umbrella was sticking out of the top of my bag and the one in my hand was clearly one that someone had accidently left on the bus. So I suppose I shouldn't be too upset about having lost it, since it wasn't really *my* umbrella anyway. As the Flying Spaghetti Monster's noodly appendages giveth, so his noodly appendages taketh away.

1 comment:

Dave said...

"His noodly appendages giveth, so his noodly appendages taketh away."

SO GOOD!

Makes me wish I didn't know you so I could plagiarize that and not feel bad about it.