of domestic emergencies

so last night thi graciously treated glen and i to dinner at cin cin's.
the food was good, it was an experience to eat small portions of food on very very large plates. i kept trying to remember not to slouch or burp loudly or put my elbows on the table or break out in loud bursts of laughter.

and thankfully we didn't need our flashlights because the lighting there wasn't that dim.

but before all that could even take place. thi decided to test my domestic abilities.

his first greeting to me upon arriving at the apartment was that of
"Hey Shu, do you have a needle???"

so i turned my room upside down, rummaging through suitcases and drawers (well one drawer.. i like to embellish) and find the little pocketsize sewing kit i have.

only to then find myself struggling to sew on two buttons on thi's shirt. i am domestically impaired really. i hardly do any sewing at all. and the last time i had to sew something... was in secondary school in a home economics class. where i promptly almost wrecked the sewing machine and had disaster stitched all over the cloth.

i mean... my mummy sews my stuff for me. i am admittedly a spoilt brat.

anyway i manage to sew on his buttons, but in the process of doing so, make us late.

maybe i need martha stewart lessons. i can see my children in the future going to school with holes in their socks because mummy can't darn a needle.