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People say life is the thing, but I prefer reading*

Topic? What topic?

I had another scary wedding dream last night - probably because of all the gift list chat yesterday, and the fact that I am ever so slightly freaking out about how much I still have to do.

I dreamt that I was all dolled up this time (unlike the last one where I had to get married in a pair of jeans and a manky t-shirt), but no guests had turned up. There was no minister to marry us, no flowers and no band. I'm taking this as a sign that I need to pull my finger out and get busy with the wedding plans, if only to ensure I can sleep through the night without waking up in a cold sweat and shouting 'stationery!'.

Otherwise, I had quite a good day - at lunchtime I picked up the shoes I ordered at the beginning of the week. I've coveted them for a while now, so I was glad to finally get my grubby little paws on em. Then the Boy took me to the shops after work and bought me a new springy jacket. I think he was feeling guilty about watching football EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. this week and was trying to keep me sweet. I hate football, but if it means I get presents he can watch as much as he likes.

Unfortunately it's now pissing it down and blowing a gale so it's unlikely I'll get to wear my green springy jacket tomorrow. Ho hum.

Still, at least I wasn't on this bus today.

I'm off to have a relaxing lavendery bath.

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At 9.3.07, Blogger Drama Queen said...

Didn't we just buy green springy jackets, like, 2 months ago?

Jealous you got the shoes. Jealous, did I say jealous? Meant happy.    

At 9.3.07, Blogger Teeny said...

No - BLUEY GREEN! This one is GREEN.

There's a difference. I just don't know what it is.    

At 9.3.07, Blogger Drama Queen said...

Oh I see. . .

*holding up identical jacket up to the light*

Does that mean I can get a green one too?    

At 10.3.07, Blogger Cat said...

I'm jealous of new shoes and green jackets too, but just popped in to say my blue jumpers's been purchased and is winging its way to Scotland via the Royal Mail right now. Yayyyyy!    

At 10.3.07, Blogger Hannah said...

I had a dream recently that I was in possession of my very own small, screaming baby.

Bloody terrifying. Less cheese before bed, I think.    

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