Great party. Bad hangover.
Something to do with drinking for 11 hours. I could be wrong. You MAY get a pic or two once I get some sent to me. Went and forgot the camera didn’t I!
Now, can someone please stop the room spinning.
Great party. Bad hangover.
Something to do with drinking for 11 hours. I could be wrong. You MAY get a pic or two once I get some sent to me. Went and forgot the camera didn’t I!
Now, can someone please stop the room spinning.
Tonight we are going to a party to celebrate a 40th birthday (a cousin of Louise). It is a themed party, and yes it’s the 70s. Yes I am going in costume, yes it involves flares, platform shoes, zebra print and an afro.
And if you ask very very nicely I may show you a picture or two tomorrow. MAY show, no promises.
Unless you really beg…
An Amazon package? But I thought I’d cancelled that order ohh crap did I have one-click payment turned on I’m sure I turned it off to save me making impulse buys
Ohh it’s that Michael Marshall Smith novel yeah I was looking at that but hang on, what does this say?
It’s a present! And it’s not even my birthday.
What a fabulous way to start the weekend.
It’s self abuse, and may be psychological. Or maybe it’s some need to bring some passion and feeling into my life. Or maybe it’s a cry (literally) for help that I don’t want anyone to hear. Or maybe I’m just bemused by it all and I’m grasping at straws…
But, for the love of all things good and proper, do I keep biting the exact same bit inside my lip!!!!!
It’s been going on for about a week. And it’s reeeeaallllyyy sore.
Tis.
Looking for a simple present/gift for Mother’s Day. Ohh and the Mother in question lives in Spain!
Feel free to borrow/take just don’t LINK to it please!