Booooo... My 11 day run of blogging has ended. I did so well. But in my defence the boyfriend came for a visit, and what sort of girl sits blogging about missing knickers when there is a handsome man around.
Speaking of the missing knickers... this morning (well more like lunchtime, when I eventually came out of my slumber after the boyfriend kept me up chatting and reminiscing until 4) when I went down stairs, to my surprise and utter delight I saw them. Sitting on the radiator. It was like Christmas morning! So, in the spirit of new clothes at Christmas, as soon as I had showered I put them on... with matching bra of course :D Father tried to convince me he had found them in his underwear drawer... I say tried to convince, what I really mean is he actually did convince me until the step mother took pity on my guillibilty and said they had been hiding under a load of washing in the wash room.
So, tomorrow it is back to the standard search for non-existant jobs and checking emails for recent job replies. Will the office assistant job reply soon? If not, then I may go join the circus. Only problem with that, I don't even have any skills for a circus... got the juggling skills of an elephant, got the balance of a cow (cow tipping brings me to the conclusion they lack balance), and I'm scared of clowns. Even if I were to go down the clown route the best I could hope for is a children's party entertainer with my inability to tell a joke and poor balloon modelling skills, giraffes all round! My recent dreams, however, have been signalling a crossroads in my life. Or at least thats what the dream interpretation website told me. I've had the same type of dream a few times in the past, basically my teeth fall out. Which according to dream interpretation shows I'm in a period of change in my life, as children shed their milkteeth a dream of this type is apparently an example of shedding your current self for the next phase in life. Or it could just be that I got an electric toothbrush a couple of weeks ago so I have become a bit obsessed about my teeth...
Mother has asked me to pick up the brother from school tomorrow. But apparently BBC is forecasting heavy snow. Will my cow like balancing skills keep me up on slush? Personally, I would rather have the arctic-like winds that were thrown at us walking the dogs around the park this afternoon, than have to set off half an hour early to take on the slippy slush up to the school.
Favourite Song Lyric of the Day_ I'm still here but it hasn't been easy
Jobs Applied For_ 0
Tears_ 0
Knickers Found_ 1 (woop woop, finally!)
