So I’m talking to my friend Shannon on the phone yesterday evening, and she’s like, “OMG, I just got done playing tennis.” Shannon smokes a pack a day. Shannon dresses in all black. Shannon gets winded when she has to walk up a flight of stairs. I have no idea how she got talked into playing a game of tennis, but my immediate reaction was, “Let’s just slap a sweater vest on you and call you Muffy,” to which she replied, “Hey, Muff, wanna go diving?” It was kind of hilarious.
Last year, my kid sister did a study abroad in Australia (because, apparently, my parents can magically afford things like private colleges and studies abroad for her, but I’m not bitter, but it’s just interesting, I think, when you consider that I’ve been pretty much self-supporting since the age of 18 and she’s just now embarking on six years of a Ph.D. program after which she might make some semblance of a salary as a marine biologist by the age of 30 but it was just way too expensive for me to do a study abroad, but I’m not bitter at all*) and she came back with an Australian accent (about which I mercilessly teased her), the most amazing box of chocolates (Tim Tams, I think they were called) and a CD of Australian musicians. It took me weeks to get past the first track: Missy Higgins, “Scar.” I hadn’t thought about Missy in awhile, but her pics came up on WireImage today, because I guess she was performing on some show in Australia. Anyway, it reminded me of how hard that song rocked, and I wanted to share it with you, my lovelies. Enjoy.
*I am so getting a phone call from my mom about this post. “But you didn’t want to do a study abroad, dear, remember? You wanted to go to a public university and live in the dorms and work at Blockbuster. You were very clear on that.”
