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Fun Monday #44

I’d like thank Robinella (no, I’d really like to thank Robinella) for coming up with such a low fuss assignment for this week’s Fun Monday.  It’s so low maintenance that this is one of the rare occasions that I’m actually doing a cut (well, technically it’s a copy) and paste of the instructions.

"In honour of exhaustion, colour and self-love, I present you with this week’s assignment. I want you to dig through your blog files and show us your best effort. Why you consider it your best is up
to you. C’mon, you know you have a favourite – show it to me one more time." (sorry, I just had to add those ‘u’s, I can’t help myself).

Because I got off so lightly, I’ve actually reproduced it right here so that you don’t have to follow a link to it (I’m considerate that way, plus I turn comments off after three weeks anyway). The only changes I’ve made to the original post were to fix a couple of spelling errors and to include a couple of links for the sake of detail everything else is just as bad as it was back in July 2006. In a sign of the times, it looks like the book shop /cafe has disappeared and has been replaced by an online store.

For those of you who have already read this post, or if you just don’t have time, or if you’re just sick of reading after last month (and we all know what I’m talking about) here’s a little something that I’ve "bean" working on that’s in keeping with today’s story. My new turbo boosted bike.

OK, that should be enough words to make this post look respectable (the original was shorter than I remembered), here is my effort….

This may be a long post so if you’re like me and have a short attention span, maybe one of the posts with pictures would be a better option.

Although I’ve only been reading blogs for a short time, less than a month in fact, one thing I have noticed is that people love an embarrassing story (I think its called schadenfruede). While this is nowhere near as embarrassing as some that I’ve read (if you’re reading this Ree**, yes I’m talking about you and the wig fiasco), it does make me laugh when I think about it.

A long time ago in a land far away there was a young married couple (that would be me and My Darling Wife, living in San Jose). One day they decided to go to the mall, not any mall but an upmarket one called
the Pruneyard, in Campbell CA. This mall wasn’t frequented by those who thought Kmart was a really splendid way to spend the day, but rather by those who could read. I make this distinction because there was a
combination bookstore/coffee shop called The Upstart Crow where the cool people hung out reading books, indulging in conversation and drinking java. The coolest of the cool hung out in the outdoor garden area at the back of the store.

We had been out to lunch earlier in the day (Mexican, I mean this is SJ) and thought it would be good to get some ‘mallersize’, i.e. go for a walk around the mall. After an hour or so of window shopping, ice-creams and cokes we decided it was time to head back home.

All along the outside wall at the back of the mall was a hedge about 6 ft tall (all, wall, mall, tall, maybe this should be a poem). Back to the hedge, which we were walking alongside on the way to our car. At this point I felt the effects of both the beans and the coke-cola, both wanted to cast off some gas but in different directions.

Now you have to realise that we had only been married a couple of years and I was still trying to come up with ways to impress MDW, and thought "hey what better way to show her that I’m a real man then to
burp and fart at the same time". So I decided to really exert some pressure and get some decent resonance happening, after all, we were out in the carpark and there was no-one around.

So, bracing myself I let fly. Talk about resonance! I got so much pressure in each direction that my butt cheeks were rippling and my chest was rattling. Boy was I proud of that effort! That is, of course, until the echoes died down and right at that exact moment I found myself at a break in the hedge, which unfortunately turned out not to be simply a break in the hedge but, in fact the back entrance to the Upstart Crow. Or in other words, I found myself looking directly at about 35 stunned pairs of eyes staring directly back at me from the outdoor seating area for the cafe.

** There used to be a link there, but I took it out because it was to Ree’s old Blogger blog.