Another day in the life of moi!

::waves languidly::

Oh, hello. How lovely of you to drop by. May I offer you a drink: coffee, tea, brandy? It's too late for dinner - I already had that with kalimashatbaha. He was late getting here - because the Prime Minister's big hoopla'd entourage closed down the highway. Le sigh. Anyway, when he finally arrived, we heated up leftover honey-garlic ribs and beef with veggies and carried everything out to the patio. It was cool, but not unreasonably so. BB's been stressed out this week, so it was crazily appropriate for me to mention that he had someone sane (me) in his life! Hee! Talk about self-analysis. As he was tired, he left exactly at 8.

Other than that, I woke up way before the alarm so had a shower before starting to dial the phone at 7, to arrange my ride for tomorrow. Arrgghh. I finally got through. I also struggled with 3 loads of laundry. Then it was time for a nap. Yaay for naptime. Later on, I had a few phone conversations with M who had sent me on a wild chase on the 'net trying to find someone with a particular expertise in his field. Ohnonono, there's a huge headache coming on. Too many listings, none of them the man we're looking for.

One last thing which I'm sure you will find suitably bizarre. Yesterday evening, when John and I came into the bedroom so that he could transfer something onto my 'puter, the phone rang. It was my Dior consultant, offering a special later this month. And I'm so proud of myself. I showed restraint (no, sillies, not that kind of restraint) in not booking an appointment. I used multiple medical visits as my excuse and that I'd probably be in next month. But, as I have to accept the fact that certain frivolities should be curtailed (and, besides, I have tons of Dior products already), it was time to take a firm stand. And I didn't even wobble (well, metaphorically, that is)! So I'm patting myself on the back and cheering. Yaaay me.

Anyway, that's all for today. I'm off to see the doctor tomorrow morning, but that's tomorrow's problem (hope not).

Nighty-night hugs,
H.

Another day in the life of moi!

::waves languidly::

Oh, hello. How lovely of you to drop by. May I offer you a drink: coffee, tea, brandy? It's too late for dinner - I already had that with kalimashatbaha. He was late getting here - because the Prime Minister's big hoopla'd entourage closed down the highway. Le sigh. Anyway, when he finally arrived, we heated up leftover honey-garlic ribs and beef with veggies and carried everything out to the patio. It was cool, but not unreasonably so. BB's been stressed out this week, so it was crazily appropriate for me to mention that he had someone sane (me) in his life! Hee! Talk about self-analysis. As he was tired, he left exactly at 8.

Other than that, I woke up way before the alarm so had a shower before starting to dial the phone at 7, to arrange my ride for tomorrow. Arrgghh. I finally got through. I also struggled with 3 loads of laundry. Then it was time for a nap. Yaay for naptime. Later on, I had a few phone conversations with M who had sent me on a wild chase on the 'net trying to find someone with a particular expertise in his field. Ohnonono, there's a huge headache coming on. Too many listings, none of them the man we're looking for.

One last thing which I'm sure you will find suitably bizarre. Yesterday evening, when John and I came into the bedroom so that he could transfer something onto my 'puter, the phone rang. It was my Dior consultant, offering a special later this month. And I'm so proud of myself. I showed restraint (no, sillies, not that kind of restraint) in not booking an appointment. I used multiple medical visits as my excuse and that I'd probably be in next month. But, as I have to accept the fact that certain frivolities should be curtailed (and, besides, I have tons of Dior products already), it was time to take a firm stand. And I didn't even wobble (well, metaphorically, that is)! So I'm patting myself on the back and cheering. Yaaay me.

Anyway, that's all for today. I'm off to see the doctor tomorrow morning, but that's tomorrow's problem (hope not).

Nighty-night hugs,
H.