In other news, I woke up on Sunday with my head down the toilet and a pair of shiny, Willy Wonka style ski goggles next to me. My proudness for only pouring myself two drinks came down with a crashing bang when I was reminded of drinking gin straight from a saucepan (??) and the Midori shots I imbibed in. Oops.
Cam and I watched 50 Shades Of Grey this evening - slightly alarmed that he's come to bed with a fire poker and keeps trying to smack me on the butt.
burning up slightly from the copious amounts of toothpaste I've smeared on my right eyebrow; the worlds largest pimple has decided to erupt (surely can't be related from the toxic amount of gin i ingested?) and I can't be seen leaving the house with it in the state it's in.
Currently skating on thin ice with excuses for not turning up to work (cow/chicken/husband/horse got loose and I couldn't catch it/him/her) so it's going to need to behave itself and diminish rapidly overnight for me to be able to turn up for duty in the morning.
I ate salad for both lunch and dinner, and am currently in that excitable phase of 'am I thin yet?!' Before realizing I'm no longer 19 and therefore don't still have a working metabolism. Gonna take me a whoooole lot more than gnawing on some iceberg - and winter isn't my favorite time to chew on anything other than potatoes and pastry. Actually, that's my favorite thing to do year round, but still. I'm meant to be dress shopping for our little wedding ceremony in Maui and currently the thought of having to bare any part of my flesh isn't an inviting one - I wonder if I can get away with an all-encompassing ivory coloured kaftan?
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