babies, who knew?
I don't think it will surprise anyone that I'm not what you call 'maternal' or 'mum material', and I can't really remember ever fawning or being excited about a baby in my general vicinity but... man, those Auditore babies are something else, I'll tell you. They are so tiny and gorgeous and their little fingers and their fat rolly thighs that I just want to squeeeeze.... and you should hear people who like babies bang on about them.
I also don't think it will surprise anyone to hear that, in my not even remotely humble opinion, my husband is bloody amazing and so calm and cool and collected in the face of seriously distressing shit - though I suppose he's got the practice market cornered on that being married to me - and he is so smart that he totally macguyvered together a seriously day saving plan, and... I have never been more in love with or in awe of someone, the whole thing is all I've been able to think about the last few weeks. I can't even articulate the level of starry-eyed enamour for my life that I'm operating on, but I think I've found a few ways to show my appreciation.
In not nearly as exciting news, we've finished our summer tour and are officially on full-tilt publicity for the album (November 4, don't forget!) and our first single, 'Can't Decide' drops on Monday, so make sure you also start calling Radio 1 and hitting up iTunes round about then. We've got a photoshoot for NME tomorrow and an interview that I would rather send Wigs to sit for instead, but I think our publicist said something about a feature in this mag, SugarApe(?) in the next few weeks, so that one I can be bothered for. Only cause the only writer I will acquiesce to deal with from there is so rakishly handsome and affable.
And now I need to go and watch Wigs be terrorized by Rojn, and give him the suitable amount of sympathy when he tries to make him play when it is clearly nap time.
I also don't think it will surprise anyone to hear that, in my not even remotely humble opinion, my husband is bloody amazing and so calm and cool and collected in the face of seriously distressing shit - though I suppose he's got the practice market cornered on that being married to me - and he is so smart that he totally macguyvered together a seriously day saving plan, and... I have never been more in love with or in awe of someone, the whole thing is all I've been able to think about the last few weeks. I can't even articulate the level of starry-eyed enamour for my life that I'm operating on, but I think I've found a few ways to show my appreciation.
In not nearly as exciting news, we've finished our summer tour and are officially on full-tilt publicity for the album (November 4, don't forget!) and our first single, 'Can't Decide' drops on Monday, so make sure you also start calling Radio 1 and hitting up iTunes round about then. We've got a photoshoot for NME tomorrow and an interview that I would rather send Wigs to sit for instead, but I think our publicist said something about a feature in this mag, SugarApe(?) in the next few weeks, so that one I can be bothered for. Only cause the only writer I will acquiesce to deal with from there is so rakishly handsome and affable.
And now I need to go and watch Wigs be terrorized by Rojn, and give him the suitable amount of sympathy when he tries to make him play when it is clearly nap time.