Oh la la. Pas possible!

I have spent a long time tonight reading through Rachel’s Daily Diary which I stumbled across thanks to Nicole. I was quite amused when I came to her 14 May 2001 post. This made me think of Kymberlie:

Those who know me will be shocked to read that I am fond of finding one phrase I like and repeating it ad nauseum (yes, I am being sarcastic). My favorite thing to say now is “Oh la la. Pas possible!” which is pronounced “Euh leuh leuh. Pah poh-see-bleh.” It’s French and means, “Oh my goodness. That’s not possible!”

Kymberlie, being the great pal that she is, met up with me today and we went to eat lunch together. I gave her back “Bridget Jones’s Diary” and she brought me the second book in the set. (Sorry, it’s on the counter, don’t remember the name right now) She also burned a copy of a CD that she bought at Hallmark a few weeks ago, “Music for a Stress Free Day”. I had a copy, but it disappeared a few months ago at the last job – since she really liked it she got one the day I was fired and hooked me up. Now I have a copy to take to the new job. See? What a pal. And only we can spend 2 and a half hours in the afternoon at Chick-Fil-A, huh Bella? Oh la la. Pas possible! Yes, 2 and a half hours. Last weekday without a job, had to take advantage of that long lunch.

After I left Chick-Fil-A I went in to Wal-Mart, “just to buy batteries.” I want to know what it is that they put in the air in that place. Instead I wandered all over the store, tried on shoes, jammies, picked out fake flowers (have to decorate the new desk – bright sunshine-yellow daisies). I could hear the rain start up, and I could tell it was a hard, heavy rain. I was just going to stay in the store & kill time … until I heard them page “the owner of a gray car with license plate G– —, your car is in dangerously high water” Hmmm. My car is silver, and the plate is D– —, just 1 letter off. (you didn’t think I was going to put the whole plate number, did you?) So I hightailed it up to the check out, bought my daisies, and went outside. Sure enough – I had to wade through the water to get to my car, and the water was about 2 inches, if that, below the door. ACK! There was a car 2-3 spots over, but otherwise the poor Honda was out there alone, about to drown. Now, if that wasn’t enough – I live right across the street from Wal-Mart. I go across 1960 to go home, and turn on to my road … and it is totally flooded. It had only been raining for an hour! Ok, I’ll try the other route. Nope, that way was flooded even worse. Here I was just telling someone yesterday how that subdivision never floods. So I back out of the flood waters and go to my parent’s house. (They are in the same subdivision as my apartment, about 8 blocks away.) It wasn’t flooded there, so I hung out there for over an hour. My Dad & I decide that he will drive me up as close to home as he can and I will just walk the rest of the way. Probably not too smart – fire ants, snakes, whatever else. Fortunately though the water had gone down for the most part, so we went back and got my car & I drove home. Well, I was supposed to drive home. I am really sharp though … I realized that I left Wal-Mart earlier without buying batteries. “Gee, I’ll run back over there.” Good idea – until it started pooring down rain again! Oh la la. Pas possible! (grin) I ended up having to drive through some water right in front of the apartment, deeper then I would have liked, but I made it at last.

By Christine

Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.