It's not even 7am and I'm cranky. So I thought I would reflect on birthdays past to pump up my mood.
Last year my BFF pack rented a spectacular house in Billy Ocean Grove for my 30th and delivered a two-day tiki party. Fabulous.
Happy honeymooners |
Disney baby! |
The honey sucker truck that left a skid mark on departure |
I moved into our living 'quarters' with my nightie pulled over my nose like I was in grade 3 and someone had dropped a pop-off.
I decided a bit of TV and a cuppa might make me feel happy. No milk (I must have drank it all last night) and Beyonce has released a new single that looks fabulous. She also mentioned in her interview that she lost all her baby weight in a month and it was a "real struggle". Get stuffed Beyonce. Go and wear some pants.
Perhaps I can have my birthday at Easter when we have a new house? Can you put a birthday on hold? I'm going to.
Reggie-baby informed me last night that he has to get his wisdom teeth pulled out in April - a week or so before the bub is due. The poor dude is in so much pain as is our budget with this new addition.
But shit happens - says the bumper sticker on the poo truck this morning - and things are never as bad as they seem. Hopefully we can have a massive laugh about this tonight over $2 tacos at the Reverence.
Moving on.
Reg and Big Pappa Webby dug a massive trench on the weekend ready for our sewer to be connected. Yes.
It's pretty much one long hole along the side of the house, but I know it has taken almost two days to dig and clear so I doing my best to have the ultimate OH MY GOD I AM SO IMPRESSED face every time the trench is mentioned. It's very impressive.
Trench |
Cement from the trench |
Reg and his dad x |
Ollie checking out the trench |
Timber chosen for the island bench - Sydney Blue Gum and a messmate racing stripe from Urban Salvage |
Dougie laying tiles |
Then our Easter weekend will hopefully be filled with moving back into the house - can you believe it! My folks are coming down from the country to help with this momentous occasion. Bless their cotton socks. I'll be 37 weeks pregnant at that stage and probably won't fit in our hallway.
I will whack up some photos later on to show what a fine job the boys have done this week once this birthday hides its ugly head.
With love,
Ali
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