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27 ply toilet paper
Two weeks ago Pats, an old family friend who is very awesome, came to me with what she was convinced was a revelation:
Pats: I have decided that sad people blog more often.
Me: Hey?
Pats: This one chick I know is living proof. She has decided that she’s happy and in love, so she doesn’t need to blog as often.
Me: That’s awesome! I wish I was like that!
Pats: er… Sheen, you’re the only blog I read…
Me…
Pats: ……..
Me: OH!
= = = =
So, I wish it was true. It would be rad if that were the reason I hardly blog. Thing is, as happy and in love as I really am, I’ve just been dealing with life criseseses left, right and centre.
But I’m not blogging to bitch about any of that right now, I’m blogging to tell you something super important!
Jon and I were discussing a grocery list last night and things changed in a different course, verbally.
Me: How are we for condoms?
Jon: we’re okay.
Me: … We need more condoms.
Jon: and toilet paper.
Me: what?! We just bought toilet paper.
Jon: you go through more toilet paper than anyone else I’ve ever met in my whole life.
Me: It’s because I use lots. I’m scared my finger goes through the stuff, so I wrap and I wrap and I wrap.
Jon: Wow. Things I only ever wished I could discuss with my girlfriend…
Me: Shut up, it’s only toilet paper.
Jon: Yes, the 27 ply kind.
I love our relationship. Jon teases me constantly. And even though both of us are under tremendous amounts of pressure and stress, I love that we have each other to use as comic relief.
On another note, it looks like I’m expanding my team at work again. From 1 to four in under six months. *fistpunch* Yeah bitch!
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A berry happy Don’t Get a VD Day to me!
Guys, I cannot express to you how awesome Jon made Valentine’s Day dinner last night. We’ve got one rule to celebrate VDay: Make it special, not expensive. Because then we’re allowed to do whatever we want, without adding to the commercialism that has become Valentine’s Day in general.
Last year was my turn and I spent hours creating cards with clues on them that sent Jon on a treasure hunt around the house. He loved it. I did too.
This year being his turn, I was explicitly forbidden to be home before 6pm. When he eventually let me in the door, I was made to look at my feet while I was lead me to the bedroom where I had to wait it out or change out of work clothes and get comfortable while he finished up in the kitchen.
Eventually I was allowed to go through to the stoep downstairs, and he presented me with a mini cheese platter. With a berry dip homemade by him, in the shape of a heart:
We sat down and caught up on our day, I ignored the fact that Jon was pants-less (again. He likes wearing no pants lately. Oddball.) and I munched on my two favourite cheeses with him.
Next up was the main meal. Beef fillet, roasted sweet potato chips & a cheese sauce with a difference:
It wasn’t enough that Jon let me sacrifice our spare bedroom to the colour pink, apparently. If you look at the photo above and wonder if your eyes are deceiving you, they’re not. That pink cheese sauce is really pink. On purpose. Because he’s amazing.
And just when I thought he couldn’t get any more domestic, out came the berry Pavlova I’ve been whining about and craving for weeks! Please note, and he wanted to make sure I understood this one hundred percent, Jon made the berry puree all by himself. It was not shop bought. Those strawberries over there? Yeah, he melted chocolate and dipped them in it too. Amazeballs!
As if that wasn’t enough, Jon felt that we also needed an extra dessert. Jelly. But not just any jelly – home made jelly, WITH HEARTS IN THEM:
So there you have it. Jon won Valentine’s Day. And I won Jon, the best boyfriend in the world.
And because he’s so awesome, I’ve decided that I will definitely not be joining up on this website.
[You're welcome, darling.]
So what have we learnt throughout this blog post, readers?
- Jon can never profess to not being able to cook dinner ever again, and
- I’ve got to up my game for our anniversary in August because him winning this year has not only touched my heart and soul and tickled my toes, but it has awoken the competitive beast in me by prodding it with a heavy wooden stick!
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Happy Wellington’s Day
It’s our second Valentine’s Day.
I’d just like to say:
HOW DID I GET THIS LUCKY?!
I love you my Jon. Very much. Thank you for changing my life for the better.
You are awesomely cool and way better than pink sparkly things. Especially when you grumble in the middle of the night about the fan/cats quartet/me stealing the blanket and almost always when you giggle like a loon when I wrestle you. But most definitely when you partake in our own warbled and weird little silent eye language.
<3
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Hello hi, have you met my spots?
This horrible thing happens to me when I’m stressed. I break out in spots on my face, and then I pick and scratch at them while pondering thoughts.
It’s a bit of a horrible cycle.
But right now, I’m seriously stressed out. I’m one person, with only half a brain, and things are happening so fast at work, I feel like I need to be cloned at least twice.
Anyway,
Here. Look. I’m not lying.
The other night I was so stressed that I simultaneously woke Jon up at two AM to unfreeze a powerpoint I’d been working on for six hours without saving, paced the lounge, drank 3 litres of water, and tried not to cry when he told me he couldn’t salvage my work. I didn’t sleep that night.
My life is a roller coaster right now, how’s yours?
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Nothing says I love you…
like three members of the band known as Captain Stu, dressed as Savanna lemons, walking through the entire agency of aqua, in pursuit of me. To serenade me with “Truly, Madly, Deeply”.
You can watch the video here. Excuse the dumbstruck catching-flies-with-my-open-mouth vibe.
What’s funny is that they had to walk through reception, management, client service, development, design & then copywriting sections to get to me. Which meant that every aquanaut along the way got up from their desks and followed them. How hilarious! And embarrassing! And so damn cool!
What for? Everyone’s asking me, so I’ll definitely tell you about it. Basically, for their digital Valentines Day campaign, Savannah has decided in their own “it’s dry but you can drink it” way to ‘savannagram’ loved ones. Apparently they’ve got a competition running on Facebook. I suppose one of the perks of being a blogger is that they had to practice on someone, right? I got to meet the Captain Stu band! Woo!
Check whatalottagot too, a box full of romance kit!
- Cheesy romance novel
- CD of classic romance songs
- Box of chocolates
- Lemon-flavoured condoms (shit you not)
- I love you Teddy Bear
- Erotic fridge poetry (gonna activate those babies as soon as I get home!)
- A cool little wrist strap USB stick thinger
- Roses & posies
- Feathers
- Yellow windmill (for the breeze when you’re nekkid, maybe?)
Ha ha ha, hilarious! Dudes, go enter their competition, get involved in their campaign, follow them on Twitter, it seems like a lot of fun.
Which leaves only one thing, now. Savanna got it right completely, can Jon live up & exceed their spading this vday? No pressure, honey…
Thanks Savanna, Captain Stu & Quirk, you made my day!
