Thank you so much
I am now feeling the lurve.:h
I am going to have some ME time tonight. But any help with Mother of the Bride speech very welcome.:thanks:
Also my very first boyfreind has just tracked me down. We were 16 do the maths.Oh, that must have been a surprise. I looked up the guy that I had my first real crush on back when I was in my early teens. I was looking at his piccie on FB and wondering who that old guy was. Then I realized that if he saw my picture he'd probably wonder the same about me. :H Actually, he's still good looking. Has been married and divorced 3 times and has 6 kids.
Never been the mother of the bride so I'm not much use there. Maybe there are websites with speech ideas though...
Zenstyle;1230495 wrote: I must away to the shops. Groan.
Won't be too long so yous still may be around... but if not... xxx
I cleaned out my office today (otherwise known as the spare room). Let me say here that I am not a horder, but I do not throw things out easily if I think they could still be useful. Anyway, I came across a purse that I'd been using on and off over the past few days simply because it holds a bit more than some of my other ones, but is lighter in weight. However the zipper is broken and has been for about a year now. Suddenly, peed off at myself for hanging on to this purse with a broken zipper and remembering another purse that I bought but will never use, plus a couple of pieces of clothing, I decided to go down and hang them on the re-cycle bin down the street from us. We live on a fairly busy street and whenever I've left something like that out, it's usually gone within half and hour, tops. So I trotted myself down to the bin and hung the broken-zipper purse on the bin handle and then in front of that, the other little purse. About 45 minutes later, as I was sauteing some ground beef for a stew, I suddenly thought - did I check out that purse really well - pockets and such? Trotted back down to the bins and low and behold, the little purse was gone as were the articles of clothing but the broken-zipper purse was still there. Right there, on the spot, I checked out the one and only zippered pocket that it had and what did I find? My passport, alien's permit, bank book and a paper with my social insurance number printed on it. Crikey, what a shock. I managed to make it back to our apartment building but climbing the stairs was a major achievement due to shaking so much. Dawg, what I would have had to go through to replace those documents. They are now securely hidden and will never be put in my every-day purse again.
Troopers, am off to walk the dogger and then to bed.
Wishing you all
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