Was assigned an incredibly lazy mare to ride, and due to instructor's commands that me and she be "fleißig! fleißig!" ("diligent!" "Industrious!") I have totally knackered my leg muscles and have to cross my legs manually.
Rosie, good good! It warms my heart to think we were getting drunk and falling off pavements simultanously.
RoMo - it's just not worth getting out of bed on Friday 13th.
Istvanski - oh no, not really? I'm so sorry. You win my commiserations at least.
B - ouch! Poor legs. Still, if you will insist on doing exercise...
Rosie, I'm reading your comment thread with interest. You are a brave woman. (Here is my secret opinion - blog awards are a little bit silly. We do this for fun, don't we? Though can understand the appeal of everyone getting together and getting pissed, ranking them seems so arbitrary and somewhat against the democratic nature of things.)
Sorry BiB, I missed you. So, a normal day then? No he wasn't there, he is elusive. Still, probably a good thing he's not there when I'm drunk & liable to do anything indiscreet.
Friday? Managed to fuck up two bits of the news. Don't think anyone really noticed though. Then came home and watched Josie and the Pussycats, QI, Newsnight, Newsnight Review, The Culture Show and two episodes of Star Trek Next Generation. Calm yourselves, ladies.
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ditto.
I dropped an uncooked egg on the floor!
Got drunk. Had to go to the cashpoint machine twice to get more drunk. Fought with husband. Had fun.
Did the crush come valiantly to your aid?
Someone jumped in front of my train.
Do I win a prize?
Was assigned an incredibly lazy mare to ride, and due to instructor's commands that me and she be "fleißig! fleißig!" ("diligent!" "Industrious!") I have totally knackered my leg muscles and have to cross my legs manually.
oh, and wrote something that will see me blacklisted from the irish blog awards forever.
they say it's lucky, for some.
Rosie, good good! It warms my heart to think we were getting drunk and falling off pavements simultanously.
RoMo - it's just not worth getting out of bed on Friday 13th.
Istvanski - oh no, not really? I'm so sorry. You win my commiserations at least.
B - ouch! Poor legs. Still, if you will insist on doing exercise...
Rosie, I'm reading your comment thread with interest. You are a brave woman. (Here is my secret opinion - blog awards are a little bit silly. We do this for fun, don't we? Though can understand the appeal of everyone getting together and getting pissed, ranking them seems so arbitrary and somewhat against the democratic nature of things.)
Sorry BiB, I missed you. So, a normal day then? No he wasn't there, he is elusive. Still, probably a good thing he's not there when I'm drunk & liable to do anything indiscreet.
Friday? Managed to fuck up two bits of the news. Don't think anyone really noticed though. Then came home and watched Josie and the Pussycats, QI, Newsnight, Newsnight Review, The Culture Show and two episodes of Star Trek Next Generation. Calm yourselves, ladies.
Cat deteriorated, came to conclusion it was time for one-way trip to vet (which happened first thing saturday morning).
Del, tee hee! I love Tara whatserhername in Josie and the Pussycats.
Llewtrah, aw, poor kitty. I am sorry. Still, she had a happy life with you.
I fell asleep on the sofa and missed my dance class.
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