The last month has been insane. With Christmas, my mum and dad’s 25th wedding anniversary, my boy’s birthday and Boxing Day sales I am now officially:
a) In enormous debt
b) Getting chubbier by the day
c) Pretty freakin’ exhausted
I will admit, it has been an absolute blast. For the boy’s birthday pressie we went to St Kilda for a romantic weekend (think suave restaurants and romantic strolls, not cheap hookers!) and there were a number of highlights:
1) Seeing Gaelan from ‘Big Brother’ beachside
2) Finding a shop entitled ‘St Kilda Beach Laundrette and Suntan Centre’
(Does anyone find this an odd combination?)
3) Seeing the boy almost vomit after some rides at Luna Park, most of which are designed for
twelve year olds, but that’s okay. Maybe he ate something bad. Or maybe he’s a big pansy.
4) Experiencing fine dining, particulary this brief interaction:
Waiter: How would you like your beef cooked? Medium rare, as the chef prefers?
Me: Ohka-
The boy:YES, Have it medium rare! she’ll have it medium rare!
No 'well done' for you!
Christmas was lovely, apart from vomiting twice. Having a work Christmas party on Christmas Eve is not a very smart move. Nor is drinking double shots of vodka for three hours. Oh well – we live, we learn, we spew.
On a positive note, with Christmas over I have removed the Hanson Christmas song, and changed my layout accordingly.
I hope everyone has a happy new year. Be safe (wear a condom) and don’t drink double shots.
XXOO

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