Do you ever get moegies after eating?
Holly mackerel … I’m not kidding when I say that I could quite easily close my little eyes and doze off for a whole week. And lunch wasn’t even that big. The same thing happened at dinner last night. Immediately after I put my fork down, this wave of useless lazy tiredness smacked me in the face. I counted 34 yawns at the dinner table. And that’s no exaggeration! I wouldn’t be surprised if it was more. I wonder if there’s something terminally wrong with me.
Or maybe I’m just tired of life.
Nah … life is actually going swimmingly well at the moment, with a gigantic wedding on the near horizon (80 days to be exact), a meeting with the dress maker to choose wedding dress material on Friday, a weekend of birthday bliss with the fee-arn-say (eish … he’s getting old and wrinkly, but don’t tell him I told you), and hey … come to think about it … check out my post this time last year. It was a birthday message to him, and then the next day we got engaged! Oh happy, wonderful, smiley memories.
Wedding planning has been tough, to say the east, but that’s a whole other blog in itself – but it’s been a real year of great experiences and discoveries! I can’t wait to marry the man of my dreams … but I digress. We were talking about food.
Now this is the kind of lunch I need at work everyday …