Today I am very thankful that's there's no labour due to it being Labour Day (= a holiday!) after a big weekend down in Auckland celebrating best friend L's 40th. Shopping, dinner, a comedy show (Busting Out - funny in parts, but there's only so much mileage you can get out of manipulating a pair of D-cups) followed by dancing to a live band in a pub (the band played "Livin' on a Prayer" in L's honour instead of "Happy Birthday", even though she was really a more of a Rick Astley girl way back then, and all of us jumped up and down on the spot in a circle and thrust our pointed fingers in the air when the chorus came along, as you do).
Then, for the killer, it was home for lots of Malibu and Lindauer and Singstarring till 4am.
We left the birthday girl lolling in bed yesterday morning, unable even to make it to the table for a hangover-busting brekkie of sausages, bacon, eggs and hash browns, and mozee-'d our way back up State Highway 1 in Dad's ute with our load of second-hand bricks leftover from L & S's demolished chimney and destined for the patio out the back.
After arriving home and a cup of tea each to soothe our weary, tailgated brows I decided I'd go and have a wee snooze, just to knock the edge off the creeping lethary, and ended up waking up three and a half hours later.
Later on both the Other Harf and I dozed off in front of The Tudors (Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Henry the 8th? What the...) and then this morning we both slept in till well after 9, even with Miss 9.1 crashing about in the kitchen making herself pancakes.
Yep, this having fun business is all very exhausting for those who are not as young as they used to be...
Then, for the killer, it was home for lots of Malibu and Lindauer and Singstarring till 4am.
We left the birthday girl lolling in bed yesterday morning, unable even to make it to the table for a hangover-busting brekkie of sausages, bacon, eggs and hash browns, and mozee-'d our way back up State Highway 1 in Dad's ute with our load of second-hand bricks leftover from L & S's demolished chimney and destined for the patio out the back.
After arriving home and a cup of tea each to soothe our weary, tailgated brows I decided I'd go and have a wee snooze, just to knock the edge off the creeping lethary, and ended up waking up three and a half hours later.
Later on both the Other Harf and I dozed off in front of The Tudors (Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Henry the 8th? What the...) and then this morning we both slept in till well after 9, even with Miss 9.1 crashing about in the kitchen making herself pancakes.
Yep, this having fun business is all very exhausting for those who are not as young as they used to be...
