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Sleepy tired
Jun. 17th, 2011 06:27 pmOh Fridays... you are exhausting!
Work is okay. Dull but okay. Heather, my boss, agrees whole heartedly.
Yesterday saw Waz's birthday. 38 he is now, old codger in the making. We kept it a quiet one, I cooked tasty dinner and fed him wine and brought him a little cupcake with a candle to blow out. We then curled up with Inception which second time round is a fairly awesome film still. I got him The Script's newest album and some chocolate and on the way over from the states (I totally left it too late to order) is an Indians tshirt because he's a nerdy baseball fan. Nerd.
It was lovely.
Today he's in a foul mood because he's come down with a lurgy and has been stuck in traffic most of the day. So he's effing and blinding and muttering to himself. What a grump.
It's a good job I love him.
D&D in about an hour or so. Dinner in the oven. (Totally bought us a pre-made pastabake so I didn't have to cook again)
And tomorrow is lunch with Annie - Her treating me to Wagamama's (Yay) for my birthday which she will be away for (Boo) - and then Wendyhouse. I am contemplating outfit choices. To corset, or not to corset, that is the question. I love my corsets. I feel as though I ought to wear my over-bust black lacey job because I haven't worn it out much. I've not danced in it though. I won't be drinking much booze wise because I'm poor and perfectly capable of dancing without the Dutch courage so but the heat often drives me to consume vast quantities of water.
If in doubt I will wear my leather underbust which has never done me wrong. It is starting to show some signs of wear though and I think I'd like to try and keep it alive some longer.
Meh. Outfit blurb. Nobody's really interested in that are they?
Now - to rescue dinner from burning! And give it a nommy doom.
Work is okay. Dull but okay. Heather, my boss, agrees whole heartedly.
Yesterday saw Waz's birthday. 38 he is now, old codger in the making. We kept it a quiet one, I cooked tasty dinner and fed him wine and brought him a little cupcake with a candle to blow out. We then curled up with Inception which second time round is a fairly awesome film still. I got him The Script's newest album and some chocolate and on the way over from the states (I totally left it too late to order) is an Indians tshirt because he's a nerdy baseball fan. Nerd.
It was lovely.
Today he's in a foul mood because he's come down with a lurgy and has been stuck in traffic most of the day. So he's effing and blinding and muttering to himself. What a grump.
It's a good job I love him.
D&D in about an hour or so. Dinner in the oven. (Totally bought us a pre-made pastabake so I didn't have to cook again)
And tomorrow is lunch with Annie - Her treating me to Wagamama's (Yay) for my birthday which she will be away for (Boo) - and then Wendyhouse. I am contemplating outfit choices. To corset, or not to corset, that is the question. I love my corsets. I feel as though I ought to wear my over-bust black lacey job because I haven't worn it out much. I've not danced in it though. I won't be drinking much booze wise because I'm poor and perfectly capable of dancing without the Dutch courage so but the heat often drives me to consume vast quantities of water.
If in doubt I will wear my leather underbust which has never done me wrong. It is starting to show some signs of wear though and I think I'd like to try and keep it alive some longer.
Meh. Outfit blurb. Nobody's really interested in that are they?
Now - to rescue dinner from burning! And give it a nommy doom.
