Today’s bangles are: a North African piece I bought years ago in the streets of NY from one of those sidewalk vendors, black Clic Clac, Astrologie Nouvelle, and two horn bangles.
So I’m here, at work, typing away trying to figure out wordpress stuff (why’s my picture HUGE when in draft form, huh? I don’t get it. I like the iPad app better) and a customer walks in and I’m all working on my gurnal and annoyed they are even present. Great customer service, right? Then I realize I always always think of “journal” as gurnal, grâce à Wet Hot American Summer. You’ve ruined me, WHAS. We can now add gurnal to my list of verbal must-says including:
1. Kiss my ass, Seabass
3. Just for the Halibut
I can’t NOT say these things whenever I hear or read the trigger words. Only now am I noticing all but gurnal are food related. I guess that’s an improvement?
Are you addicted to word swappage? What’s your trigger? Also, thanks At the Library for teaching me how to insert a youtube 😸