Today as Grant and I were on our way back from a £3 lunch at Tiger Tiger (okay it was more than £3 each, but we were HUNGRY) we’re standing at a stoplight/crosswalk and we hear this SPLAT. I nearly jumped back into a building. What was that?? There was now a lovely spot on the street that looked remarkably like a splattered egg. I looked up at the building next to us. . .nope, not from there. I step forward *KERSPLAT* goes an egg right at my feet getting my pants yolked and Grant’s. We look across the street and up. There is the nutter on the top floor waving at us in his bright red shirt.
I will not wave at you bright-shirted person who throws eggs (and apparently a tomato in the middle of the street) at pedestrians. Every time I look up, he’s still waving like crazy at us. Sometimes even with two hands!! WTF MAN! I was less than pleased. I’m sure it was hilarious to him, but not to us who now have salmonella infused pants.
On another note, my dad will be here in 2 weeks (ish) and I’m excited. DAD IS COMING TO VISIT DAD IS COMING TO VISIT!!!!!! Hoooorrrraaahhh!!! We’re going to buy him fruit cocktail at the grocery store and make him a Turkey Thanksgiving. He hasn’t had turkey on Thanksgiving since I was a little girl. . . or when we had Thanksgiving in NH. . . . Happy happy turkey day!
Anyways, it’s time for bed, because I have class at 9 a.m. and I need to have breakfast with Grant.
And *giddy squee* he wrote me the sweetest uh. . . 3×5 notecard. . . ever.
*there I changed it from a snicker to a squee. Apparently “*snicker*” is rude.