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Television viewing last night with the sibling proved to be real torture for her. She wanted to watch something on the good old box but ended up watching Koffee with Karan with yours truly. She is no fan of Aishwarya and had to sit through the entire episode for an hour. Poor thing… I had the remote! Also with me liking the actress, she let me have my time (and didn’t criticize her). Guess November does bring on the good mood with the older sis. Hope this carries on throughout the year though! Ha ha ha.

The last week went by so darn fast and before we knew it - back in the grind slogging our butts off to earn our keep. Talking about ‘keep’ - many people were crying themselves hoarse criticizing the title allotted to ‘the other woman’. Sure it does appear derogatory. But it is far worse hooking up with a married man. It would be better to latch onto someone single rather than another lady's happy ever after. What say me lovelies?

On my jaunt this morning came across two young children out on the street begging. With the rain belting down and not letting up they were shivering and looked really hungry. Cars drove by ignoring their cries (they just needed a couple of bucks). Come on why are we so mean that we don’t have a heart to help? But go full hog to avail a tax write off in annual donations. Sad.

Moving on, to a rather sickening sight at a restaurant. I noticed a man picking his nose like there was no tomorrow and wiping the debris on the chair he was sitting on. Double…. heck.. triple yuck! I was so sick that I left the place almost immediately. When I think about it in retrospect, I wonder if I should have gone up to the individual and educated him about etiquette and hygiene. Am sure he would have ticked me off telling me to mind my own business… but if he had to suddenly reach out and shake my hand… Eeew!

On this note me lovelies, I ain’t gonna visit the joint again. The place is superb, but cannot take a chance on my seating.

XoXo

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