We were asked to try and interpret a statement made by a philosopher in class today. I decided to have a bash at it. While giving my interpretation I mentioned butterflies and how it’s not a possible to turn into one because I’m not a caterpillar.
Lecturer Phil: “So you’re saying you can’t turn into a butterfly?”
Me: “Well through cosmetic and re-constructive surgery I could blossom into a beautiful butterfly. Without it, no, I couldn’t.”
So far Sunday morning has showered me with a few predicaments. The first one let itself in while I was making coffee for Andy and me. I was loading up the cups with coffee, then I went for the sugar. Now, as I held the sugar in my hand my mind decided to go off and do its own thing and left my hands to themselves. A bit inconsiderate if you ask me. When my mind came back it observed the mess my hands made in the two cups.
Me: “Hey Andy?”
Andy: “What’s up?”
Me: “Are you OK with sugar in your coffee?”
Me: “Well my mind wandered while I was making it and now there’s sugar in both coffees.”
Andy: “How much sugar?”
Me: “Just the one.”
Andy: “Ah, it’s fine.”
The second predicament arrived as I was messing about on the painting app on my computer.
Me: “Hey Andy! What’s the name of that stylus thing you can connect to your computer to make using paint a bit easier?”
Andy: “Eh, a stylus.”
Me: “Haha! Oh right. I answered that one myself.”
Oh Sunday, you really pick your moments to get the better of me. # BaldManProblems