You know that saying about not worrying about being careful in life and ending up in heaven all pristine, instead you should roll up in a sports car, skid in sideways and say “Wow! What a ride that was?
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, ‘Wow! What a ride!’”
Yes, ok, it says it so much better than I did.
To be honest I’m too knackered to think straight. It’s been a FAB few days. Just like the saying goes, we have been ‘burning the candle at both ends’, ‘ larging it up, Baby’, and ‘ carpe diem -ing.’
Thursday (happy birthday to meeeeee) was brilliant, apart from the fact that I woke up stupidly early at ten past six. It must have been because I was excited at being 50 again (I’m counting backwards now, remember?).
Boofuls had, as normal, excelled himself in the pressie department with tickets to go and see Ghost at Manchester Opera House in April.
A cracking dance lesson followed. Not a lot of dancing went on but there was a lot of laughing. We are going over a particularly tricky bit in the waltz and it’s causing more brain strain than is acceptable. The brain understands exactly what is supposed to happen. If only I could get it to tell the feet!
Posh coffee with Lashes and Munki, a nice brisk walk with Mrs Woofy and then I popped into work and Peewee Winklepop surprised me with a bottle of my favourite wine, Chateauneuf du Pape.
Not only was it a lovely surprise it was made all the sweeter because she doesn’t drink wine and knows little about it other than it comes in three colours. She’d put a lot of effort into finding out what I’d really like. As if she hasn’t enough other things to think about, thanks Peewee. Big bunch of vitrual roses for you.
An evening of hilarity with Boofuls and my sister rounded the day off nicely.
All in all not a bad day.
Friday was even better.
Apart from the photoshoot I had booked in for 4pm, that is. The shoot went well enough and I’m chuffed with the photos but I had far more important things to be getting on with:
Our Caribbean themed party!
The chicken was jerked, the lamb was stewed, the rice was pea-ed (by The Rev) the sausages were honeyed, the beef was roasted and the stupidly strong rum punch was mixed by yours truly. Lashes made a brilliant cake:
All the times I’ve tried to put on interesting and varied food when I’ve done a buffet. Tsk, well haven’t I learnt a valuable lesson? What a waste of time that all was. All I really needed to do is give the buggers meat – and lots of it.
Not a lot got wasted ( though a few people did – teehee).
The family, the inlaws – and couple of outlaws turned up for food, drink and karaoke. Even the dog got in the spirit of it all:
It was off the silly scale, the whole evening was one of those that wouldn’t possibly have worked unless everyone knew each other well. Oh how we laughed. Do you want to see a video of our ‘choir’?
It’s not for the faint hearted so don’t watch it of you’re of a nervous disposition.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
It could have been worse, we could have been singing “Chocolate Salty Balls’