This weekend deserves a prize

Have I told you how cool I am?  I don’t need to go clubbing for random hook-ups, oh no, I work til midnight, come home and have random conversations about name meanings and then get into bed and read mills and boon books til 5am.  I’m that cool.

But, in my defense, I have no idea where the book came from, it literally landed up in my book cupboard through no fault of my own, and I’ve read everything else I have.  If you’re bored or feeling generous one day, please send me old books.  Preferrably ones without ‘and his throbbing member graced her silky thigh and whilst she groaned her inner passion outward to the man before her’ lines.

On Saturday I had a bit of a family reunion.  Oh holy gawd, I laughed and died at least four times.  One of them being when I found out I once made out with a cousin of mine.  Can you say: Hillbilly?

On the health front, I have a lizzard skin nose, a fucked up chestical cough and lovely little sniffs in between.  I’m delightful, I really am.