Where's My Limo?

That's the name of the OPI nail polish on my toes..."Where's My Limo"...cute huh?...oh never mind.

Leilani?...Thank you. Thank you for commenting on that post down there...I couldn't have said it better myself. You're a gem and a good mate...ok, one that asks some frightening questions (via email). Questions that have my brain struggling to monumental proportions, but a great mate nonetheless. Big smooches to you my gorgeous friend.

Right, 'nuff of the mush. You'll be thinking I've been eating too much sugar again. (Have not!)

So anyway, I keep sitting down here to write something...anything...and then my mind scrambles any possible subject I might come up with and I get up again, and walk away.

Actually, this afternoon at work, I was thinking that I'd just come home and do a video post...that'd solve the thought of sitting here in this heat and messing around with the keyboard.

But, on the way home I made a detour to the supermarket...it was crowded with hot, pushy people, all trying to get away and probably thinking the supermarket is the last place they wanted to be. I know it was for me anyway.

What's a girl to do when you're out of milk, bread and butter, and you've already told the kids they'll be having steak and salad for dinner? You can't turn up empty handed when you have two hungry mouths to feed, can you?

I finally got in the door. I looked in the mirror...oh dear. I wasn't going to sit down here looking like that!...Mascara smudged under my eyes and obvious frown lines. The "drained, haggard" look is SO last season don't you think? I would be absolutely thrilled if it ever became the fashion. They'd stick me on the cover of "Vogue", I swear.

And another thing...after getting out of sticky work clothes, I wasn't prepared to be seen on camera, wearing a green camisole with white bra straps showing so prominently underneath. And I sure as hell wasn't going to be seen on camera without one lol.

But I will do another video post soon...I promise. I know you're all holding your breath waiting to feast your eyes upon me and hear my gorgeous accent again (no, no...don't argue, you know it's true...no need to be shy). I mean, honestly...the least I could do is show you in person that I'm really not falling apart at the seams, physically or mentally right?

Speaking of dinner...(yeah...we were)...when I did get home, Cameron decided he didn't feel like steak...and Ryan wasn't even here. He rang 2 minutes later to ask if he could have dinner at his friend's and stay overnight.

I adore my kids, I really do.

Happy Hump Day my lovelies....*mwah*