Friday, November 5, 2010
...I shall compile lists that I will not lose. When I grow up, my refrigerator magnets will be of kid-proof, industrial strength (and I will not very nearly and catastrophically forget kinder orientation day). One day soon, I shall effortlessly conjure sweet-smelling, baked things for lunchboxes and maintain a supply of greens in my vegetable crisper, not of the moldering kind. The Myrtle and Eunice household shall prance about in a continual supply of freshly laundered and perfectly pressed undies (as well as other apparel, including matching socks). There will be no need for the Mr to write notes on my behalf, of the ‘dog ate my homework’ kind, because I shall have crafted birthday presents years in advance. The day I turn grown up, is the day I become guru of the organised: blogging on allocated days, enjoying a nanosecond internet connection and two way, non-lurkery, bloggy communication. I shall sign up for markets willy nilly and raise a sympathetic eyebrow at fellow stallholders who put last minute touches at traffic lights on the way to the Daylesford Makers Market.
Bear with me in the meantime???
PS. If you are within spitting distance of the lovely Daylesford tomorrow, do come and pop by – those random pop-bys are always a veritable highlight. Another highlight, is that the Mr is coming along for the ride. Excitingly, this means we have a WHOLE DAY together just HANGING OUT. Better yet, this means I need not look desperately at anyone randomly popping by. Footloose and fancy free in the loo visiting department, me.