Oh my effing word bunnies…
Have you ever heard how the rest of the world wonders why South Africa’s legal system is as screwed up as it is!!!?!!???!!! How South Africans just about marvel at how corrupt and inept our legal system seems to be…
Well, wonder no more!
How on earth could this woman still have a friggin job- let alone be able to smile sheepishly and shrug the incident off!!!
Yup… I gave in.
I followed the crowd.
I went with the flow.
I became sheep-like.
I re-registered on Facebook (quickly ducks insults and shouts of “I-told-you-so”).
But I did it with a twist- think mojito or Sparletta!
You all know what a total link slut I am- and how I love gadgets and web toys- and I couldn’t bear there to be a toy on the interweb that I wasn’t also playing with, but because of what bugged me in the first place I went and checked out their privacy settings. I discovered I can open myself a profile but it will only be visible to people I say can see it, and I can block other users from viewing my profile. So I did both. I limited access to my profile to everyone and I blocked a few people entirely.
I’m not there all the time and I don’t add all the goodies people send me (thank you by the way- you’re so sweet). The reason being, when you add an application to your page there’s this “a third party will share your details” screen that makes me nervous, but its fun so far.
You do know I can hear you laughing…
to sister B’s for lunch on Saturday- this was what the parking lot looked like!!!
well… Damien and I thought it was funny.
Do I have your attention?
Lordy bunnies… I went gallivanting last night with a few girlfriends, and I am mortified to admit I got well and truly torched… and then woke up this morning with a hangover straight from the very depths of Dante’s inferno!
Damien stayed home and baby-sat himself, very nicely I might add… I get terribly paranoid when he’s home alone.
So our mission was a wine and whine- no kids and no partners- and VERY successful it was too! I wore I silver velvet cross over blouse to show off some cleavage, beaded jeans and my grey feather boa… I was leaving feathers everywhere…! Well, I skipped the wine and drank my usual- Carling Black Label- and I truly didn’t have more than beers, promise, but where I fell off the bus was when we won a bottle of that horrible pink sparkling wine and drank it finished between the 5 of us on the dance floor! And I had two tequilas… bought for me- and mixing the beer and the bubbly with the tequila was what floored me. I was treated the whole evening by Damien’s weekend mom* who looked gorgeous! She’s such a sweetie, I just adore her! So I took Ydnic** home around 1am, and then made my way home- very very slowly- driving well under the influence I’m ashamed to say…
I took a couple of painkillers (just in case), drank some water, and took myself to bed. A few minutes after I climbed into bed I felt nauseous- which is normal for me when I over indulge, which happens VERY seldom, I can’t even remember the last time in fact, and usually throwing up helps me feel better- so I got myself a bucket, and then heaved till my ears fell off… see, since my operation last September, I am physically incapable of vomiting, but I didn’t know I could still heave like that!!!
Eeeeuuuw… I’m so sorry if I’m grossing you out…
I eventually fell asleep, and woke up a few hours later with the headache from hell! Sheez bunnies, I could not believe I could feel so grim without actually having a friggin illness! I took a couple more headache tablets, drank some more water and tried to go back to sleep. And then I was nauseous again… so I grabbed my bucket (which was still next to my bed)… and dry heaved again till my head felt like it was going to just pop off!!! Totally cancelling out the intended effect of the headache pills of course!
It was then that I decided I would give anything to be able to actually throw up and get it over with!!!
Now let me utter those fateful little words… I’m Never Drinking Again
*who has sixteen month old twin boys and a three year old daughter at home
**who has a twelve year old daughter and an eight year old son at home
Damien’s father is married.
I suspected he might be by now, and Damien and I have chatted once or twice about whether he’s married and whether Damien has any half-brothers or sisters… I mean- we split almost seventeen years ago and he is in his late thirties- but I never knew for sure.
Now I know for sure- thanx to the wonders of the interweb don’t you know… It doesn’t look like there are any offspring- yet- and I’ve been wondering. Should I tell Damien I KNOW he’s married, or shall I leave it till they meet one day?
What I mean is, in a situation like mine, people like Damien’s father seem almost imaginary because we have no contact and no longer share any friends (we used to have a few mutual friends) but once you learn something about someone, they suddenly seem a lot more… um… “real” in your head.
Damien tells me that he hasn’t made up his mind whether or not he wants to meet his father yet or not- that he’ll decide later, when he’s older- I think he means it, though I know he often answers my questions with the things he thinks I want to hear…
So, oh all-knowing bunnies o’ mine, should I tell him, or do I wait?