Oh, the Irony!
My life is fraught with irony.
Case in point: a couple weeks ago, I decided to go to the local library, and borrow some books—something I haven't done in years. Why did I do it now? Well, to teach myself that I don't have to buy books all the time, and thus save a bit of money.
So it should come as absolutely no surprise to anyone, least of all me, that I have already lost one of the four books I borrowed. If I don't find it by August 16th, I will actually OWE money.
Gah!
To say this is typical is an understatement. This kind of thing happens to me ALL THE TIME. In fact, if I hadn't lost the book, I'd probably get worried, because it would mean that something was horribly wrong with the universe as I know it.
Seriously, though, how doees one lose a book? I can understand misplacing keys (done it), sunglasses (ditto), earrings (oops), shoes (guilty), hairbrushes (I used a comb for years), and, well hmmm, maybe I've answered my question.
And maybe, inadvertently, I've also stumbled upon reason #pi why I'm still single. Maybe I had the One, but I lost him! I put him down somewhere between the kitchen and the living room, and he disappeared! Maybe he's fallen between the couch cushions, like so much spare change!
Now that would be ironic. Or just plain weird. I mean, if my dearest love can fit between the cushions of my couch, I'm going to be just a teensy-weensy bit depressed.
Almost as depressed as I will be if I don't find that library book.
Case in point: a couple weeks ago, I decided to go to the local library, and borrow some books—something I haven't done in years. Why did I do it now? Well, to teach myself that I don't have to buy books all the time, and thus save a bit of money.
So it should come as absolutely no surprise to anyone, least of all me, that I have already lost one of the four books I borrowed. If I don't find it by August 16th, I will actually OWE money.
Gah!
To say this is typical is an understatement. This kind of thing happens to me ALL THE TIME. In fact, if I hadn't lost the book, I'd probably get worried, because it would mean that something was horribly wrong with the universe as I know it.
Seriously, though, how doees one lose a book? I can understand misplacing keys (done it), sunglasses (ditto), earrings (oops), shoes (guilty), hairbrushes (I used a comb for years), and, well hmmm, maybe I've answered my question.
And maybe, inadvertently, I've also stumbled upon reason #pi why I'm still single. Maybe I had the One, but I lost him! I put him down somewhere between the kitchen and the living room, and he disappeared! Maybe he's fallen between the couch cushions, like so much spare change!
Now that would be ironic. Or just plain weird. I mean, if my dearest love can fit between the cushions of my couch, I'm going to be just a teensy-weensy bit depressed.
Almost as depressed as I will be if I don't find that library book.
posted by grackyfrogg @ 8:25 PM
2 Comments:
At 10:58 PM ,
NobleLadyDF777 said...
Wow- I had no idea we were so much alike! I lose everything all the time. I hate that about me. Oh, and I have library books due August 16th, too. The last two paragraphs are quite funny, I must say!
At 12:09 AM ,
Quesse Lómë said...
Hopefully, your dearest love will not slip into the sofa cushions and will instead be tall, dark (or light, depending on preference) and handsome. :)
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