Is it even worth bending down for? I asked myself.
Let's see, special offers from Aldi, my O2 phone bill and....what's this white envelope? It's not my birthday til December.
I opened it.......and burst out laughing. Don't you just love it when something totally unexpected lands on your doormat!!
Flashback to last weekend.
After our Turkey reunion dinner/drinks, we were in high spirits.OK. lets call a spade a spade. We were all quite merry. My niece Emma and her friend Katie joined us. When I see the two of them, I thank my lucky stars that I am not still in my twenties.....I couldn't cope with the competition! They are GORGEOUS, witty and independent women. (and let's face it, you've seen the photo of me in my twenties with the dodgy perm!!)
When some people get a little too much to drink they sing/dance/fight/cry. But not me. I talk. I become very vocal on a wide range of subjects., nay I would even consider myself an expert. I have seen my audience's eyes begin to glaze over, but do I stop? NEVER. I think that if I talk a little more I will become much more interesting.Mental note to self.
You don't. JUST SHUT UP!
Obviously the topic of onversation on this particular night was
"The Single Woman and her Sparse Opportunities for Hosting a Party."
Over the years I have attended engagements, wedding, christenings, First communions,Confirmations hosted by my friends...and all thoroughly enjoyed by moi! But the last occasion I had to celebration (apart from birthdays which everyone has) was my graduation which was back in the year 19never-you-mind.
Surely the fact that I have made it this far and am still alive is cause enough for mirth and merriment.
I promptly forgot about the conversation, but obviously the girlies didn't!
Here is their slightly doctored card!
Guess I better start planning the party!