Just when I was thinking: "Can something nice happen please?" It did. In the form of an award from my friend Blur. Such a pretty picture and a very touching sentiment – Biggest Heart award.
I shall proudly parade it and pass it on. Thanks for putting a smile on my face Blur!
I would like to pass it on to:
I would also like to present this award to my non-blog-site friend Spangleystar, as she deserves it. And I'd like to put a smile on her face.
There are others I would have mentioned, but I can see Blur has already done so, hopefully you know who you are! (Jyankee, Seagrape, Nick, La Delirante, Mike, Amel.)
Now, is it stupid to be scared of a jacket?! My suit jacket to be precise. The only suit jacket that I own, which comes out to play once a year for the World Congress.
It’s not as if it’s suddenly turned evil and started chanting menacing words and curses at me. That would be scary! I’m scared of it in case when I finally pluck up the courage to try it on, I discover it’s too tight and restricting my blood supply. The blood supply thing could be potentially lethal, not to mention jolly uncomfortable.
Because my dangerously low funds do not stretch to a new suit jacket, this one is going to have to do. Can you see my predicament?
Despite the fact that recently my gym membership has never been used so much, I’m still concerned and putting off ‘the grand suit jacket try on'.
I haven’t visited the gym this much since I joined a few summers ago. And that was because us Brits actually had a summer, and the outdoor pool was the ideal place to laze around with my friend, chatting, reading our books, and scoffing the barbecue food. Until it dawned on us that those big machines inside the gym were meant to be used, otherwise we would never be fit and toned. Which was the whole point in joining a gym really.
So, I have been preparing myself for the jacket try on, the treadmill has played a large part in my preparation, and avoiding my fathers cheese has played another essential part.
Okay, by writing this post I can see that this suit jacket business is getting silly and out of hand. The sooner I try it on the sooner I can relax and stop getting in a tizwaz about it.
Deep breath, repeat after me: "Tonight's the night."
Fingers, arms, eyes and toes crossed that it actually fits me. Then the scary suit jacket can return to it's former innocent, less sinister self. Oh I do hope so.
Picture of the day:
I love sunflowers.