Don't laugh...

...but I am wearing a dress!

The last possible time I wore a dress was on my Wedding Day.

I don't care, it is waaaaay too hot for trousers so the office will have to suffer the sight of my lily white legs.

I have defluffed thanks very much.

I have never seen so much vomit...

... as I did last night when the cat decided to explode all over my bedroom floor.

Yep, on the carpet, not the laminate. (no matter how many times I shout at him, the carpet is the way to go apparently!!)

And I didn't notice until I had stepped in it. In bare feet.

Insert retching here.

So, I did what any self respecting girl would do. I left it until D came home, pointed at it in a weak & pathetic manner & said 'ewwhhh'. To which D called me a lazy cow & proceeded to mop up the mess, all the while giving me the evils.

Hey, I don't mind, at least he cleared it up. Mwaa ha ha ha haaaa.

I am not that lazy, I just protest at clearing up vomit. This is why I don't have children. Maybe I shouldn't have feed Darth the lamb...?

On other, more interesting matters, I'm bored. I'm in that kind of limbo where I know I should feel my age but in reality I still feel like a 17 year old. One is 30 on Friday. One should act her age! Ach! I can't even make myself feel 30. What hope is there for me??

Holidays over...

Now back to work.

I hate the feeling of returning to work after a holiday. I keep thinking the worst & then it's never as bad once I get here.

Me & D had a lovely week of riding the scary rides @ Alton Towers (Monday) & chilling out in the rain in Ilfracombe (Rest of the week). I hate beach holidays, I can almost guarantee that it'll rain the entire time & yep, it did. It was ok though, a million pubs to choose from, we kept dry.

I'll be 30 in two weeks time. Scary prospect. I still feel I have a lot more growing up to do yet.

Like I said, back to work!