I have attracted the worst kind of all colds; the man-cold. It would be me that has the man-colds in our household. I transform from a pretty getting-shit-done-kinda-girl to a whining, self-pitying, sniffling shadow of a woman. Yes Mam I do. No use trying to deny it. I’m beyond words sure that husband would willingly agree to my statement.
SO…16th of December and I have almost all of my Christmas shopping left to get done.
OH the joy. Especially with my trés present man-cold to accompany me.
My cunning plan is to get well in record time and get ALL my shopping done on Sunday.
We´ll see. That’s all I’m sayin. Tuesday is Kempo-day and I plan to be there no matter what state I’m in. #nuffsaid
I have fallen in love with bright shades of red and pink lipstick to my dear bothers chock when I saw him the other night. You know the look when the person you are meeting really doesn’t appreciate your outfit/make-up/shoes/orwhateverelse and is doing his/hers absolute best not to tell you he/she thinks you look like utter crap. He had that look. He made the wise decision not to tell me to my face (even though he is 1.90m and 8 years younger than I am). Good choice. Trust me on this.
I LOVE it though. I have never dared to be as bold as I am colour wise right now. 41 and having a middle age crisis anyone? Perhaps. Still..I don’t give a rats ass. That´s the brilliance of aging.
I have paracetamol to snack and coffee to sip.
Until later dear friends, until later.