Tracy writes

"I was meaning to write on the blog." Tracy says.

"You said that two weeks ago." I replied.

"Actually, I think I said that last year."

Coaxing her to write on the blog is becoming more like showing clams to play fetch. I wouldn't have been persisted if we didn't have this writer's strike going on. But desperate times do stimulate creative stories. I ruffle through my backpack and put my purple pretend cap on.

What if.... Dum dum dum! [Drum roll].

What if... Tracy did write on the blog.

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Chris told me I looked different today when we were walking down to the lunch bar.

"Did you swap clothes from this morning?" He says.

"I actually got a haircut!" I proudly say.

"No wonder you look so different."

Well duh! Chris really doesn't have a clue, he still looks perplexed and stares at me like a deer waiting for an incoming car. I waved my hands like a penguin to get him back to reality. Last thing I want to happen is him veering off (which happens often) and crashing with tangle of hair. Messy. I've never even dreamed of picking clumps of hair in the highway. Now I know how it feels like to be the person waxing Jared. Ewwwww.

Anyway, "Why doesn't everybody notice?" I thought. To think that I could smell freshly cut hair a mile away. In fact, I smell it even further when I wear my high heels. Although, my sense of smell doesn't work that well when I wear my boots. I wonder why?

Which reminds me not to wear those red Manolo Blanoc high heels again. They really left some really ugly scars. Poor Chris, he should have known better not to feed Lucas some chocolate.

I grab my favourite pen and started to write that thought down on my handy notepad. "Hmmmm. I wish I had bigger hands. I just keep filling mine up."

We finally got to the bakery and was quite annoyed with the long queue. Arggggh. I hate waiting. If I wasn't wearing my summer dress I would've elbowed my way to the front.
Summer dress is equal to lady-like. Which I am. Those high heels would've come in handy.

I should have brought lunch but Tim's been eating all the bread at home. "Grrrrr." I thought as I write another reminder to buy a lock and key.

I grab my usual chicken sandwich and annoy Chris by grabbing the serviettes first, just as he was about to reach for them. "Har har har." I chuckle as he puts on his frowny face. I'm soooo evil sometimes.

We met Jared whom we left chatting with his friend from his previous work. Chris makes a comment about him looking similar to Jared. I play nice and quietly laugh instead.

3 Minutes was how long it took to finish my lunch. "I'm not trying to be rude guys." I say as I excused myself out of the table. "It's just that I've got so much stuff to do, and... you know?" I'm actually just over these guys. All Jared talks about is sports, his bum and his big arms. Chris can't seem to finish his gardening. Blah blah blah. I think I'll just hang around with Zoey and annoy her with my stories.

"Hey!.... Zoey!!!"

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