Woe
I'm off to a wedding in the northern wilds of Scotland today. The wedding isn't until saturday, but there is a ridiculous amount of travelling to be done, which I'm really not looking forwards to. I mean, I am looking forwards to the wedding (I think, lots of people I don't know very well is always scary) but the three hours on a train and then 8 hours in a car is not my idea of fun. Especially since it'll be dark so I can't read or anything. And I'm incapable of sleeping in cars unless I am completely exhausted, and I don't really know the guy driving so I'm going to be extra twitchy, and I'm feeling rather guilty as I had volunteered to do some of the driving, but failed to work out what insurance changes I'd need to make (at the moment, as far as I can tell, I'm only insured on Panga, which is my dad's car) so I'm a bit fail-boat at the moment.
And Dave is planning on abandoning me to go walking while we're up there, and it's not that I don't want to go walking, my ankles just won't really allow it, which sucks.
And I still don't have any shoes to go with my dress. Bugger. And I still need to actually pack. And put all my laundry away.
Dan and I spent a chunk of yesterday trying to clear the garden of dandelions. We got the patio done, and then it pissed it down with rain, so they'll be back soon enough. We also had a fairly nasty thunder storm in the evening, and the amount of rain coming down has done a bit of a number on my peonies, before I managed to get a good photo of them, which sucks. They usually spring back, but they'll probably be done flowering by that point. Oh well.
I really need a haircut. It's long enough that it'll go into bunches, which while hilarious, means its time for the chop again.
I'm going through one of those phases where I buy lots of dresses and then realise that I hate my stomach podge so never wear them. It's shifting, but I'm really concious of it. Bleh.
I should probably go and do stuff that's useful, like wash up, and fold laundry and err, maybe pack.
And Dave is planning on abandoning me to go walking while we're up there, and it's not that I don't want to go walking, my ankles just won't really allow it, which sucks.
And I still don't have any shoes to go with my dress. Bugger. And I still need to actually pack. And put all my laundry away.
Dan and I spent a chunk of yesterday trying to clear the garden of dandelions. We got the patio done, and then it pissed it down with rain, so they'll be back soon enough. We also had a fairly nasty thunder storm in the evening, and the amount of rain coming down has done a bit of a number on my peonies, before I managed to get a good photo of them, which sucks. They usually spring back, but they'll probably be done flowering by that point. Oh well.
I really need a haircut. It's long enough that it'll go into bunches, which while hilarious, means its time for the chop again.
I'm going through one of those phases where I buy lots of dresses and then realise that I hate my stomach podge so never wear them. It's shifting, but I'm really concious of it. Bleh.
I should probably go and do stuff that's useful, like wash up, and fold laundry and err, maybe pack.