Tongue-in-Cheek: The Funny Side of Life

by Khyrunnisa A.

yin to my yang in many of the misadventures.

‘What? Sacrilege!’ he exclaimed, giving me an intense version of that “you must be a hopeless cook” look. He doesn’t know I’m actually a hopeful cook; I keep hoping my cooking gets better or the taste buds of those on whom I experiment get worse.

The emptied fridge is once again full. I’ve taken a vow to cook only what is required. The vow is now in my freezer.

I am attached to my home, but so, it appears, are the termites.

‘Do not panic if there is termite activity,’ advised a wise guy. ‘Too late,’ I confided to my computer screen, ‘that was the first thing I did.’ But the panic stage was now over. No one is immune to termite attacks, I was told next. Even the White House and the Statue of Liberty have had to deal with termites. Well, that’s some relief. I’m glad the little fellas are so egalitarian, but I still can’t bring myself to love them.

I volunteered the correct pronunciation and when I had surpassed myself with excellent directions that would have brought the most geographically challenged person to my house blindfolded, he asked if I could collect the parcel from the office.