I Have the Brain of a 10 Year Old

I’m here at the Toronto airport hoping and praying that this time, the weather gods will be good to me and let me leave the country tonight. One again, like the first time, I got on an earlier flight than my scheduled one, but which has gotten delayed - leaving a mere half an hour before my originally scheduled time. I can see the clouds coming in and the delay is, of course, due to thunderstorms in Chicago. Why does it only rain in Chicago when I have to fly back?

Anyway, I’ve been in meetings over the last couple days (sorry to you Canucks who I didn’t contact, it came up just last week). There was a point in time when one of my clients said “penetration” and I had to hold back the pre-pubescent 10 year old boy that resides in the back of my brain and tell him to stop laughing “hee! hee! he said PENETRATION!”

I also had to hold back a giggle everytime I heard them say “PROE-cess” instead of “prah-cess” which I’m used to. (FYI - the word is process)

Since I saw I was staying right next to the Eaton Center mall, I decided to do some window shopping, which ended up being a pretty expensive shopping spree at H&M. Sad thing is, it was all for Benjamin! Mommy got her boy some pretty cool threads at the store. Of course, I didn’t take into account that I had my small suitcase with me, so I had to really jam in all my stuff in there.

Rain, rain, go away! Christine wants to go home today!

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2007-07-18 07:44:29

bumblebootie says

hahaha… you’re not the only one who’s immature. at least you held in your laughter. i laugh out loud when i hear the words “equipment” & “grinding balls” during my meetings. hehehe… grinding balls… i can name a few whose balls i’d like to grind…. and it’s not in a good way. hahahaha… =P i miss you kiss-tine. =(

 

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