If you’re reading this on Friday, I suspect two things:
1) You’re astonished to see this up so early (i.e. at the beginning of when the link-up’s meant to go live, not several hours after)
2) I’m still driving.
You see, there will be absolutely NO way for me to write this post on the appointed (fri)day, because I’ve taken the day off, and Husby and I are popping out for the day on a date. To Wales.
Yup. A whole nother country.
There’s method to our madness, though, and most of the method (5 hours driving) is sentimentality. Sheer and unadulterated. Because on November 10th, 2007, Husby and I met in Cardiff for our first ‘let’s just see, shall we?’ date. And because we had a crappy wedding anniversary in June. So we’re hearkening back to the very first beginnings and returning to the city where we first began to think that maybe we were worth giving a try as a couple.
SO. Thursday evening (or, by now, the wee hours of Friday morning (yeah…’bout that long drive)) saw me sitting down to try to whizz a semi-decent Ten Things of Thankful together so that I could be all prepared and stuff. Clearly I succeeded. Kinda (I’m two hours, some great Facebook chats and 200 words in… (and there’s a chance that I’m over-using ellipses from tiredness…))
BUT the plus side (as far as anyone who follows me on Instagram is concerned) is that there will be PHOTOS to make up for the crappy writing. I’m even going to try to grab a snap of the Pelican. He matters.
HOW is it that there are now three paragraphs which begin with a vastly over-emphasised FULLY CAPITALISED WORD?! Anyone would think that I’m just your run-of-the-mill, can’t-string-two-words-together type blogger. Which perhaps I am, at this hour, but normally I’d be sufficiently more ashamed of my gaucheness and change it. Do me a favour and pretend it never happened…?
TEN – That if I so choose, I can post an utterly half-assed attempt at a TToT, and fail to promote it, and I know that SOME people will probably still show up. Heck. they’ll probably even leave lovely comments and splatter this across Twitter, because that’s the kind and generous nature of the TToT community here.
NINE – The editing aspects of WordPress allow me (should I so choose) to avail myself of the option of returning to this and making it better at some point over the weekend. To be fair, I likely won’t, but it’s nice to know the opportunity’s there, should I wish to take it.
EIGHT – I love Facebook. Well, I love the platform which allows me to hijack other people’s threads at 2am and turn them into bundles of UTTER SILLINESS. But I must concentrate (long drive ahead of me – don’t want to die).
SEVEN – That I am, as of this evening (Thursday, remember?) Officially *THAT* girl, who punched herself in the face at boxing practice. Yup. I really am. But it was funny and my boxing partner (and the instructor WHO MIGHT HAVE MOVED THE PAD AS I UPPERCUT) all laughed together at my surprise. And then there’s this… (thanks, Eric)
SIX – I can’t remember. There definitely WAS one…but I can dance for the 7GV if needs be. For now I’m just gonna shake it off, shake it off.
FIVE – I wrote a fiction for Kristi for #KickCancersAss and she LOVELOVELOVED it. Well. She one ‘love’ loved it. But in capital letters.
FOUR – Silly moods are silly. I’m in one. I also want to know whether or not Sandy managed to get any sleep after I sent her some micro-horror. Which reminds me. JESSICA CAME OUT. Not like *that* – the BOOK. Remember? THE ONE YOU CAN BUY ON AMAZON…that one. The one I’m in. Did you read it?
THREE – Michelle REVIEWED it for you. She also made a beautiful button which (if I come back not-tired, I will endeavour to put here). Michelle is awesome. And the review is amazing. And Jessica is a GREAT BOOK. Did I mention the book?
TWO – I spent some of Thursday evening pretending to be a firework.
ONE – My pilates teacher has a beautiful soul. I might write a whole thing on that.
ANOTHER ONE – New, beautiful email friendship with Dani from BloomingSpiders, who responded oh-so-wonderfully when I sent a nudge to see if she still wanted a #KickCancersAss post (she did).
ONE MORE – Tuesday evening was spent ABSOLUTELY CRACKING UP over snack cakes that a friend brought to a gaming evening. Because the name of them sounds like nothing so much as bad Disney porn. And FYI, they were funnier than they tasted good, but they were VERY VERY FUNNY.
That’s all (for now) folks