I played paintball for the first time yesterday! I have bruises and grazes and all that good stuff but am beaten out in the wound stakes by my GI Joe boyfriend who I didn’t see do all the tactical manoeuvring he claims to have done but has the bruises to prove…
I am going through one of the most stressful times at my work right now. At the beginning stage it was all blogging and reading blogs and just overall blogtastic but hey, now I have craploads of work and four magazines going to press within a 5 day period. Oy vay.
Home life seems a mix between scratching Ian’s back as he dozes off (something I will never ever think is a chore and never ever take for granted, he lies there like a comatose panda bear and I wonder how far into/from sleep he is at that exact moment) and washing dishes.
There is, of course, the sheer joy of my new shiny laptop, which I will share a picture of as soon as I can figure out how to get pics off my sweet ass phone onto said laptop.
My mom had an op she didn’t tell me about until the day of – and we all know how le terrible I am with keeping my phone on me, so her sms went unread until the next sms from her, freshly woken from anaesthetic, arrived to tell me she was fine. So here it is, you deal with their vulnerability, you get over it because it’s nothing serious and she’s okay. But you do get the sense that there’s more to come, more will come, if not now then much later when she stops dyeing her hair brown.
I have 5 grey hairs on the top of my head.
I am so so so out of here.
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