I lay on the sofa, CSI's on telly tonight.
Usually, I won't take my eyes off the show.
Tonight, I stare at the ceilings, watching the cracks which resulted from a hot summer and dry winter - I hope.
I dream of warm sunny days,
or the week I emerge as the winner of the $25million jackpot
(oh, if only I knew how to buy the tickets),
Weekends as I drive over the West Gate Bridge in my little zippy convertible - top up, of course, won't want to mess the hair!
My eyes flicker as I hear Ned sigh in his sleep,
I forgot it's just the two of us tonight.
I'll just close my eyes and dream of curling up in your arms.
August 2006 Archives
when we're all sun baking..
I talked myself into committing to a 1/2 hour personal training session each week and had my 1st session last night.
In a hurry, I grabbed my boxing gear from my usual bag and just stuffed it into a smaller one. Whilst warming up on the bike, the instructor if I had my hand-wraps and yes, I did, they were in my bag. Could he take it out - yes, go ahead. Whilst he was sorting it out, what proceeded to fall out of my bag? Yes, my undies. I am only thankful that they weren't:
1) Dirty - not that he knew that
2) Bridget Jones style undies
3) Not floral nor pastel.
