Tomorrow is Harmony Day, whatever that is. So the powers that be at work have decided to celebrate our diversity. Yeah. Anyway, so you're encouraged to wear tradtional dress up or something to celebrate your religion or some such wank. THEN (in addition to advertising "what you are") you have to bring in some foodstuffs of your nationality or heritage or WHATEVER for morning tea.
Anyway, i'm not all that creative, so i ring my friend Marge (mother of three) and ask what to do. We (she) come up with this:
So tell your friends that the trophy wife in training (me) has been up ALL NIGHT baking cup-cakes that have come out looking like giant blobs of snot.
And you know what else...
I don't have anything to wear, so i'm going as "an Australian" and wearing whatever the fuck i would otherwise wear.
BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HARMONY DAY SHITE ANYWAY?
So they can stick my green finger where-ever it fits.
6 years ago