It was a long weekend. I had to go back to work on saturday morning, after a month away. All my darling, chubby little bubbas seem to have disapeared, replaced with whining, skinny whiners. One of the parents said 'well, phoebe regressed while you were away, she's crying and won't touch her kickboard anymore'. Great. Screamers? 3. Successively. It's going to be a long time until the christmas break. Bright spot? One little darling who said he'd missed me. Made it all worthwhile... almost!
Saturday night equaled youth group, where we made a mess with ice-cream, i sung in a band with no voice, and shirtless buddy running round wearing my dress which was pretty amusing. After a slew on insults (bad dress, they'd prefer if my friend Bri was around all the time and i only showed up occasionally) and a compliment (my hair looked nice), it was off to the Alma for the South African's 24th. Drinks, dancing, some mocking of a very short blond woman in a white fairy costume and sneakers who was dancing like she was hyped up on red cordial and more mocking of a skinny blonde girl who was wearing a teeny tiny dress and dancing like a hooker.
After awhile, Bri and i took Little M into town to celebrate his 18th. We hit up Marble Bar (free drinks from a bartender that Bri knew) and then the Dog & Duck (because we thought that some of the guys we knew were there - one was). $65 later, it was time to head home. But not before we ran into two hot english guys who wanted to use us to get into the D&D, a bunch of the girls from school and a gorgeous guy that Bri and i know who's moved to Melbourne... poor LittleM got accustomed to the fact that you can't get out of town without seeing people you know, before you have to wait half an hour to find a taxi and get home at 3am.
Question? The song 'Apple Bottom Jeans' by T-Pain played at all the clubs tonight, and raised this all important question... WHAT are 'apple bottom jeans'? Does anybody know?
Sumday morning? Sunday school. We decorated cupcakes (mmmm, yummy - did you know icing came from a can?) Darling little Bobby ran up and grabbed my hand to dance, and later came up to inform me that it was time to go get bikkies. Our sunday tradition. He's such a champ.
Unfortunately, the voice that i'd slowly been losing last night was now completely gone, and the best i could manage was a ridiculous whisper. By the time evening church rolled around, i sounded moronic and the boys couldn't help but laugh.
After church it was time to study, study, study - because my 2400 word assignment was due the next morning and i'd written exactly 250 words... five hours later and i was in bed. Thank goodnes.
Saturday night equaled youth group, where we made a mess with ice-cream, i sung in a band with no voice, and shirtless buddy running round wearing my dress which was pretty amusing. After a slew on insults (bad dress, they'd prefer if my friend Bri was around all the time and i only showed up occasionally) and a compliment (my hair looked nice), it was off to the Alma for the South African's 24th. Drinks, dancing, some mocking of a very short blond woman in a white fairy costume and sneakers who was dancing like she was hyped up on red cordial and more mocking of a skinny blonde girl who was wearing a teeny tiny dress and dancing like a hooker.
After awhile, Bri and i took Little M into town to celebrate his 18th. We hit up Marble Bar (free drinks from a bartender that Bri knew) and then the Dog & Duck (because we thought that some of the guys we knew were there - one was). $65 later, it was time to head home. But not before we ran into two hot english guys who wanted to use us to get into the D&D, a bunch of the girls from school and a gorgeous guy that Bri and i know who's moved to Melbourne... poor LittleM got accustomed to the fact that you can't get out of town without seeing people you know, before you have to wait half an hour to find a taxi and get home at 3am.
Question? The song 'Apple Bottom Jeans' by T-Pain played at all the clubs tonight, and raised this all important question... WHAT are 'apple bottom jeans'? Does anybody know?
Sumday morning? Sunday school. We decorated cupcakes (mmmm, yummy - did you know icing came from a can?) Darling little Bobby ran up and grabbed my hand to dance, and later came up to inform me that it was time to go get bikkies. Our sunday tradition. He's such a champ.
Unfortunately, the voice that i'd slowly been losing last night was now completely gone, and the best i could manage was a ridiculous whisper. By the time evening church rolled around, i sounded moronic and the boys couldn't help but laugh.
After church it was time to study, study, study - because my 2400 word assignment was due the next morning and i'd written exactly 250 words... five hours later and i was in bed. Thank goodnes.
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apple bottom jeans are ordinary jeans with apples tied on the bottom. next time i see you, give me some masking tape, a dozen apples, and i'll make you some apple bottom jeans.
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