Week Off

At Target today, two little girls, giggling.  A few seconds later, one of them tugs my hand.  "Excuse me, are you chinese?"

I smile at her "No"

"Are you Indonesian?"

"No, I'm not Indonesian."

"Are you American?"

"No, not American either."

"You sound American.  Where are you from, then?"

"I'm from the Philippines."

"Oh."  Blank face.  "Where's that?"

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Off on holidays, tomorrow.  Daz bought the tickets the morning after Sponty passed away, thinking we both needed a break.  Right before we bought the tickets online, mum-in-law called to say they'll be having a three-day holiday this weekend, as well.  So we're flying off and meeting the inlaws, as well as  our ninong and ninang, spend Australia Day together watching the fireworks and maybe playing a little Russian Roulette.

Thanks to everyone who emailed/sent sms/left messages here/called.  It was very heartwarming and yes, we miss the little meathead.  He still manages to say hello.  Only yesterday, Daz and I moved the bed to find that the little shit had been dropping his seed in the gap between the bed and the wall, most likely while he was chirping or calling out to the birds in the backyard.  This morning, I found one of his feathers on the welcome mat at the front door.  And while I was watering the plants, the two little honey eaters that always hover outside the window when he was on the sill flew down on top of the wire fence (very close to me) and just sat there, looking.

So, yes, anyway.  Holidays.  Might do us some good.  See you in a week. 

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