Ha! I worked two jobs today!
It was a slow afternoon in the shop, so I started doodling and ended up with this ...
It turned out a lot better than I expected.
Adoring Husband was capable of driving into The Bay to check out the Harvey Norman sale today. Our DVD player died a while ago so he purchased a temporary replacement until we can find out if our main system can be repaired.
Hopefully he will be capable of driving tomorrow because there is more stuff to do.
Even though it was a stinking hot day, I didn’t swim in the pool. I tested the water and it was almost luke warm. Perfect for AH who prefers a warm bath over a cool swim.
Well, gotta clean the kitchen before bed so I’d best get moving or it’s going to be a late night.
Happy Friday!
Nite all.
I'm lazy and selfish and spend too much time on the internet. I love to be creative with photography and jewellery and sketching with pencil and pastels. I'm happier now than I have ever been and I love everything about my life ... where I live, my home, my fantastic grown up children, my lifestyle, my friends, my dogs and last but not least my wonderful adoring husband. Life is good!
Nice to see you!
Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.
Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.
Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**
Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!
So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!
Welcome to my dilemna!!
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