How to avoid a very important Assignment
* go for a very long walk. To Perth.
* sleep in until its dark again and you can just pretend it is the same night.
* clean all available toilets and pull all the hair out of all available shower plugs.
* swoon over various boys and/or girls that you have ever met and rate them in order of marriage suitability based on their fashion sense, cooking ability, kindess to small animals, children and their mothers, their dental hygiene and shoe size. Then ring the lucky winner and congratulate them.
* write a blog.
PS. Met up with the Host last night at the Regatta on the pretence of wanting to see him and be all disgustingly cuddly but with the more important goal of getting the ever so coverted friends-approval-certificate. He got approval from the Damo and AJ for having a blokey enough handshake and refusing to dance. Got approval from Ang because he had Diesel jeans *GASP* and some Ben Sherman jumper *GASP* (which Michelle and I can't differentiate from the stunning collection available at Lowes).He got approval from Helen because...well he's her friend and she's partially responsible for the whole thing. And most importantly he got approval from Michelle because he didn't flinch when she systematically ripped into every single one of his friends she had met at his party. And he gets major approval from me for venturing out to meet my scary scary foul mouthed fabulous friends after working all day, footy training, a game of indoor cricket and then knowing he had to get up at 5.30 the next day. Well played, Host.
* sleep in until its dark again and you can just pretend it is the same night.
* clean all available toilets and pull all the hair out of all available shower plugs.
* swoon over various boys and/or girls that you have ever met and rate them in order of marriage suitability based on their fashion sense, cooking ability, kindess to small animals, children and their mothers, their dental hygiene and shoe size. Then ring the lucky winner and congratulate them.
* write a blog.
PS. Met up with the Host last night at the Regatta on the pretence of wanting to see him and be all disgustingly cuddly but with the more important goal of getting the ever so coverted friends-approval-certificate. He got approval from the Damo and AJ for having a blokey enough handshake and refusing to dance. Got approval from Ang because he had Diesel jeans *GASP* and some Ben Sherman jumper *GASP* (which Michelle and I can't differentiate from the stunning collection available at Lowes).He got approval from Helen because...well he's her friend and she's partially responsible for the whole thing. And most importantly he got approval from Michelle because he didn't flinch when she systematically ripped into every single one of his friends she had met at his party. And he gets major approval from me for venturing out to meet my scary scary foul mouthed fabulous friends after working all day, footy training, a game of indoor cricket and then knowing he had to get up at 5.30 the next day. Well played, Host.