No, I didn’t get beaned in the head with an icicle walking home (now THAT would be an Emergency Room story I’d rather not have to tell…) — I was wearing my wool coat with the hood up, as per usual.
Monday reared its mischievous head by causing me to lose a button to my trousers this morning on the way to work, and of course it had to be a pair that has no belt loops, thus left to hang precariously by a flimsy hook.
A colleague came to my rescue with a little sewing kit, the kind you would find in a hotel room next to the shampoo and shower cap, and I shimmied off to the washrooms to tackle my little repair job in the privacy of a stall. Because I wasn’t about to sit scrunched in my office chair with my pants around my knees, speed-sewing a button. Helma could probably do it, she’s Speedy Gonzales with a needle and thread. Me, I’d probably stick myself in the eye in my haste.
Roll on Tuesday!
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