Bloody hell, I really should stop leaving entire weeks in between blogs. It really just seems to reinforce how goddamn lazy I actually am. ANYhoo, what took place between today and last Sunday's hungover madness?
Monday - We went swimming. Followed by a curry. Yeah, we're weak-willed (not to mention predictable) people. But our record time's getting better, and now we can do 4 lengths at a time before taking a breather.
Tuesday and Wednesday - were pretty boring. I had work both days. Have to say, I LOVE all the staff being on holiday, I get all their shifts.
Thursday - was fecking awesome. Mum and Dad were off at 4 in the morning to go on holiday for 2 weeks. The sense of freedom was overwhelming, as Shaun and I relished having the place to ourselves, dancing around and doing what the hell we liked. I cooked meatballs and spaghetti for tea and felt damn proud of myself. Deaf class started back up after a 2 week hiatus, which was fun. Especially afterwards - when Joe drove me home. Shaun had gone to work, leaving all the lights off and all the curtains open - a rookie error. Terrified of burglars, I begged Joe to come and investigate with me. Naturally everything was fine. Joe was all ready to go home (work the next morning, etc....) until a little kissing session led to a slight "Come upstairs" scenario. I learnt two things -
My single bed really is too fucking small sometimes
Quickies can be damn hot
Friday - was really good fun. Met up with Lisa again (who's home for a while before committing herself to big scary adult life in London) and drove to the Trafford Centre for a spot of shopping and lunch. I drooled over a t-shirt I saw last time, which I did the 2-week test on..... if you see something you really truly want, and can't imagine living your life without, see if you remember it in 2 week's time. If you do, and the yearning feelings are still going strong, then you know it's not just a fleeting fancy.
Anyhow, my t-shirt has the Dark Side of the Moon spectrum picture on it, with "Pink Floyd" written in pink rhinestones (see here). Sadly, I'd splashed out on some gorgeous pink and white so-innocent-it's-sexy underwear (the kind you wear with a pearl necklace) earlier, so the top wasn't to be mine for today.
Made the obligatory trip to Ann Summers (I like to keep abreast of any new products) and there's a new Rampant Rabbit out! Oh, HELL YEAH!! It's called the G-pulse, and looks like one that might actually have a shot at helping me achieve the elusive internal orgasm! Have a look - it's pretty groovy.
Later that evening, Joe came round, to make use of my big empty house. Shaun was out at work, so we stuck "Saw 4" on, (WIDESCREEN, YO!!) and scranned down on Dominoes pizza. He was astounded at the twist (best one since the first film, in my humble opinion) and seemed to really enjoy it. One more to go!
Afterwards I decided to show off the new underwear - coupled with a sort of light, floaty, pale pink and cream strappy vest I've had in the back of my wardrobe forever. It could've been made as part of a SET, it matched that perfectly. Naturally, I wore it with a pearl necklace, to complete the "Oh yes, I am an upscale, classy, lady-of-the-house who wears jewellry with undergarments and hosts fabulous uptown dinner parties" image. I do love embracing my theatrical side, dahlings. And I also love the noise men make when they orgasm. Is that just me? Oh well. He seemed to like the underwear, anyway.
Saturday - to carry on embracing my new domestic self, I cooked breakfast (by which I mean a fry-up) for the very first time, which went spectacularly, I'm pleased to report. In the afternoon, at Joe's request, we took a trip up to the animal sanctuary. Why? To look at kittens. KITTENS!! Apparently his ex back in Europe (who, rather spookily has the same name as me) left the window open the other day - meaning his three kittens left behind are no longer with us, sadly. Hence, he wanted to - well, not "replace" them, but, you know...... But oh my god - an hour of cuddling tiny all-black fluffy kittens + being looked at with big round Puss-in-Boots-style eyes = Best Afternoon EVER. Sadly, after a huge cuddle and stroke with "Moonbeam" and "Dirty Diana" (love it) Joe was told he wasn't suitable to adopt, as he lived near a main road.
Slightly gutted, we looked at the other animals for a bit before driving back to his. We stopped off in town (for him to buy Guitar Hero - YESSSSSSS!!) feeling all buoyed up, happy, and the-world-is-our-oyster-y before heading to Frankie and Benny's for a slap-up meal. Ended up back at his - all the better to rock fictious computer joints with. As it turns out, I fucking Rock the KASBAH when it comes to Guitar Hero. And when I say that, I mean I only played songs I knew, freaked out whenever I missed notes (40% of the time) and got so excited when I DID hit notes, that I cocked up again. Ah well. It was fun. And I make a good "groupie," apparently. All together now: "HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT.......! FIRE AWAY!!!" (*guitar solo*)
At Joe's request, I'd brought "Saw 5" which we stuck on after the "gigs." Was rather worried he'd find it shit - as it's largely considered among fans to be the worst of the series (not me- I frigging love it) but thankfully he really enjoyed it. So that's it! I have introduced him to the whole story (thus far) - now all there is to do is wait for the final installment, which comes out..... when is it again....? Oh that's right.... MY BIRTHDAY!!
Sunday - Joe had to be up early to transport his dad and brother to work (dad's car is in the garage, apparently), which meant that for the first time in about 10 years, I have seen 5am. ALERT THE AUTHORITIES!! On the plus side, when he came back, I finally, FINALLY found out why people like morning sex (you don't have to get in - and therefore, OUT - of bed at any point! Genius!!) After hanging round all morning, we went for a Subway, and he dropped me off home. Shaun had had a houseparty the night before, so I helped him tidy up, which took all of 10 minutes. Objects found included: a spilled pack of cards on the floor, a tiger-shaped "posing pouch" and a can of whipped cream. I don't even want to know.
Work called, couldn't think of a good enough reason not to go in. Had a great afternoon shift - only 3 hours, mid-afternoon and SHITE-loads of tips - and cooked mussels and pasta in a dill yoghurt sauce, topped with juicy prawns. I sat down with it in front of "Hannibal," with a bottle of rose wine.
A sweet week, indeed.
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Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: "In your eyes" - Kylie
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