don’t you hate it when you favourite pair of jeans suddenly decides to fall apart on your ass (literally), in the middle of the day, in the grocery store, far far away from home.
oh how i wish i wasn’t allergic to that pile of bread over there, i could probably crawl under there and die a little.
“how old were you when you got married again?” – hayley
“umm it was early 2004, so i was .. 22” – me
“OMG that’s crazy!!!!! you were young!! i’m 24 now, that’s freaking me out!!!!”
“i know, i was 24 last year and already married for 2 years”
“you’re not helping
…… and you’re old”
my sister is back in Sydney! this time for good, or at least until her next planned escape trip.
it’s been good having her back – we’re picking up where we left off and chatting a million miles per hour. yay!!!!