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misadventures of livi paige


That is the sound the front door makes when the parcel man comes. Please not another marimba please not another marimba. By the way things are going it'll be a semi-trailer next time.

Nope, too small to be either a marimba or a truck. It was, in fact (drumroll) a fan. Which is particularly useless because I have ceiling fans everywhere in my apartment. The marimba has grown somewhat on me, and the honey also makes me laugh, but a standing fan? Whoever is sending me these parcels, I have some suggestions of things I can actually use:

- Non-perishable items. Canned fruit and vegetables last a long time. Also sauce.
- Soda. Not that it's particularly good for you, but I do go through it.
- Car wash and wax. Mary complains I won't give her a bath, so I tell her this is a close second.
- Gift vouchers for Obento Restaurant. I like sushi pizza quite a lot.
- Piles of cash. I mean, it seems you have it, so maybe instead of spending it on random things, just bundle it up and send it my way?

I put the fan back in the box temporarily, I mean what am I going to do with it? Anyone reading this blog, it's now summertime, and I hope one of you need a fan. I have one, and that's one too many. I would put it in my loungeroom, but there's a marimba there.

- Livi