which is an apt description of me at this point.
A head full of nothingness. Does that mean my muse has taken a vacation?
Did I ever have one?
And I’m bored. Need some fun and action in my life. For a change.
My excitement for the weekend? Finishing almost every bit of left-over alcohol in my cabinet. It’s Xmas. Time to stock up on fresh ones.
*looks at stares of disbelief from fellow bloggers*
Don’t look at me like that!! What was I supposed to do with all the quarter-full or < than quarter full bottles? Throw it down the drain? NOOIT?!?!
Okay. I kid.
But we did polish off one some wine. And a bottle of Amarula. And some other stuff.
My head & stomach protested at the abuse.
But I’m fine now. Promised not to do it again. Until Saturday.
Some other news.
A few weeks ago I confessed to Boo that I blog. Under duress. I’d ordered a book from a meerkat, and he wanted to know who this meerkat was who knew my pet name.
Uhm. “So & So that I met on the blogs”
him: “why are you blogging?” “where do you blog?” “where do you find the time?”
Uhm. Er. Eish.
me: “oh, news24. somewhere”
him: “and how old is this guy?”
me: “oh, as old as pa”
him: “pa has a GF of 30-something”
me: “uhm. I see your point. BurrIllneverEVER!!!!”
me: “I also meet a lot of women”
That obviously wasn’t funny.
“Stuur my jou details, ek gaan lees”
Think I will give him Effie’s account. No “incriminating” stuff there.
Grootbek. Lesson learnt, I hope
Have a fab pm!!!