Wednesday, April 02, 2008
tumbleweed
Nobody's blogging much anywhere at the moment. What's the story?
Shan says all blogs go through dry spells, just no one has much to say. I can certainly relate to that.
I suggested what we need to break out of the doldrums is a forninepounds wedding.
That would boost our ratings, eh?
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Yeah you're right. I feel I should apologise. We're such a big group I feel I've been lazy and leaving it to everyone else. Must try harder.....
ReplyDeleteThat's a great idea Jo. Doesn't matter who it is, so long as we all have a day out.
ReplyDeleteMy heels are killing me already.
I had my 37th wedding anniversary on monday is that any good
ReplyDeletealthough hubby was working and i had dinner on my own nearly lit a candle and all
Ah, ails!!
ReplyDeleteBloody men and their bloody work! I had my 5th anniversary last summer, I wanted a party, but my husband was too full of misery and money worries, and too busy withdrawing from his hormonal pregnant wife to celebrate. Meh. God knows what it's goping to be like at 37...
I hope you're going to get to make up fo it, are you?
Did you play the Kylie and Jason song in the background?
ReplyDeleteOh god, Milan! What a terrible thought.
ReplyDeleteI have realised that I am actually a boring sod with fuck all to say
ReplyDeleteBigamy, Shan, that would make you more interesting. 49£ wedding!
ReplyDeleteYay, Shan and Jo - the wedding. Double bigamy. Can I be bridesmaid?
ReplyDeleteAnd me and Idiot flower girl and page boy. Or two flower girls?
ReplyDeleteFunny Ash. The whole Idiot metro jokes never stop being funny do they? To us anyway.
ReplyDeletewell he started it....
ReplyDeletehttp://forninepounds.blogspot.com/2008/03/girlified-i-think-not-well-not-as-much.html
;-)
What roles would the others play at the wedding. Would SL be father of the bride or service presidor/priest?
ReplyDeleteDreadful thought. Me and my job at the wedding I mean. I can see myself being the fix-it-all in a bleak grey suit with odd hair-do at the back of the church.
ReplyDeleteHere's what I'd do for fun (oh, evil me):
See the two lovely flower girls? All shiny eyes and flushed red cheeks, nervous but thrilled?
And there I'll be hovering in the shadows at the back sticking my foot out just as they round the corner entering the main path.
I more see myself as a groomsman attempting to take advantage of drunk bridesmaids.
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