ski Jealous of tight belts. I am putting on weight! But I tell myself that my giant milk-filled mammaries each weigh 1 kg so I mentally subtract 2 kg when standing on scales. Is correct, non?
We are trying an alcohol free week this week. (Well, there's half a bottle of wine in the fridge and when that runs out that's it.) I had a thimble full last night instead of my usual 2 giant bucket-sized glasses. Easier than I thought it would be and I'm sure it would be good to break that habit.
I am writing copious lists so feeling a bit less overwhelmed. Even did my tax return yesterday - getting 900 squids back!
Today I will do a Christmas present blitz: five (count 'em) pony-mad nieces in NZ will all be getting polo shirts. Big sale on at Rideaway so I'm about to jump in the car for a mission. I took Bonnie there on Saturday. You lot have worn me down. I bought Joules stuff for her.
Also bought her some tiny weeny jodhpur boots, sorry I mean "ponieeeee booots!!!" (yelled at top volume by over-excited 2 year old).
Clyde has been renamed Dracula. He has TEETH!
And he comes into my bed at night and sucks the very life out of me. Surely the only explanation is that he is a vampire.
ski I have but one suggestion: wrap dresses. Is now my corporate uniform. Can be dressed up with suit jacket if needed. I only wear suits for things like speaking at big important conferences full of dick-swinging men.
casp Clyde also has more jabs tomorrow. Good luck with it.