I am BACK! To stop your incessant going on and on and on...well, that's only one person, I'm sure everyone else has given uo and gone off to do more interesting things like try to manage triplets or twins.
And now, to celebrate my return, I am going downstairs to make a cup of tea.
I'm BACK! again.
So, the work meeting was just fine, aside from the fact that it was actually at 1pm and not noon, and I not only managed to find a very tiny valid parking space when I got home I also managed (after several attempts) to actually park the car in the aforementioned space. I was so impressed with myself I almost took a photo on my phone, but would dent my cool and sophisticated image. So I decided against it.
Life is all about civil union at the moment - we've got the booze sorted, are half-way through organising food, have hired glasses from whence to drink booze, have confirmed our skiing accommodation, have bought rings etc etc and tomorrow I will be flinging myself around the city with gay abandon and doing things like getting our civil union licence, buying fancy underwear, re-registering the hellbeast with the city council, buying thermals (I've taken to wearing them to bed - most foxilicious - but does the trick). Obviously the last two have nothing ot do with civil union, but I thought I'd throw them into the mix. After all that it'll be off ot Martinborough for a family friend's wedding and the first full gathering of the Tarleton clan since May. All of us in a 3 bedroom house. With only one bathroom. And the dog. Should be fabulous.
On the civil union front, we are now only $500 off having everything covered financially and I must admit I am pretty pleased that we've managed to pay for it all ourselves. We are fiscally aware and responsible, how mature.
Aside from that it seems to be birthday season, again, with mine looming ominously on the horizon. I seem to have been adopted by one of the students at the drama school (my boss reckons it is some kind of lesbian mentoring programme that I don't know I've been signed up to) and last weekend we were invited to her 21st birthday party. Luckily there was a fairly random cross-section of guests, so I didn't feel too old and haggardly, but it did make me realise that I don't seem to be able to remember my own 21st. Weird. If anyone out there does remember it, please feel free to let me know what happened. I do remember my 18th and my 22nd, and even my 30th, but 21st has completely gone. Can't have been that interesting, I suppose.
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I think i have to be the one to remind you that your 21st was the momentous occasion in which your godmother finally bought you a bible....she hopes you still have it?
Apparently she tried to take you to church but you felt she had left it to late!
She does send you and Jo her love and now I have shown her how to log on to your blog she is going to keep up with all thats going on in your life especially your wedding.
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