It is freaking hot. More than sweaty breasticles, my lovelies, I am glowing all over the shop. Wipin’ up my glow with a towel kinda hot.
It just hit 41c (105.8F) while I was driving the kids around to various sleepovers. Got the honour of meeting my bosses wife, lounging in the pool with a glass of wine lucky biatch, when I dropped Moo and her best bud off for a sleepover there tonight. She seems lovely. Apparently she has heard all about me, *snigger* but was still nice to me.
Went shopping to buy large clear plastic storage containers for the Christmas Decos (going to cull a lot. 17 boxes might be a tad excessive I do concede) and take the girls to spend their Christmas money on a game for the Wii. The girls went one way, and I went straight to the coffee place.
As you do. On a freaking stinking hot day. You buy the largest Latte you can find. With an extra shot.
While I was waiting for them to make it, my FREE coffee cause they have these little card thingy’s and your 8th one is free, I wandered over to put Lotto on.
Our little indulgence.
‘Oh!’ says the little girl that served me, all of 10 years old I reckon, ‘You have a win!’
‘Cool!’ says I, thinking this is my lucky day, might chuck a little something special in the cart at Safeway.
She calls over her mum. I know it was her mum cause she said ‘Mum, what do I do here?’
People behind me are mumbling. I am thinking, wait your turn fuckers, Mummy is getting an avocado, or maybe even TWO! Oooh, cherries would be nice…..
‘Congratulations!’ says Mum. I am thinking a lot of freaking hoo-ha for 20 bucks lady. Now hand over the cash my coffee is getting cold.
‘You have won $1125.25!’
‘I WHAT?????’ My poor little heat stroked mind is not computing.
She points to the screen that is showing the whole fucking shopping centre how much I won.
I start stammering and
sweating glowing that little bit more.
‘Really? Oh. My. God!’ Any one would have thought I won 1st division the way the lady and I were carrying on.
Little girl counts out my cash and puts it in an envelope.
I spend the next 15 minutes trying to find the girls. Finally find them perusing the games in Target.
I tell them. Moo launches herself at me in excitement. My coffee goes flying.
My beautiful FREE coffee.
Then the little biatches give me a list of all the things they want.
But Mummy has other plans for this money. Oh yes, my lovelies, you KNOW what I want…..
Pity a grand will only buy one shoe. I will have to learn to hop elegantly.