Because if I could have used this little magic manly version of a godmother, I would be watching a movie instead of boxing, packing, grinding my teeth.
Oops, I am blogging. That’s just because I like ya folks.
Also, I have a little Friday question: is staring at lamps dangerous?
I have been staring quite long already since this afternoon. Everything else is (almost) ready to be container-ed or luggage-d. Except those lamps. They’re heavy. Fragile. At least some of them will be broken once I start encasing. A mind-game with no winner: them versus me.
Me: “please guys pack yourself quickly. I am tired. Last thing I want: to cause damage.”
Me: “If I rubbed, would a genie appear?”
Me: packing in a stupid crate.
Oops, no more brown glass lamp. Never liked it anyway – Babylove’s grandmother’s presents tend to attract dust or quite abrupt fate.