My Favourite Shoes...... and a Boy Visits.....

I recently had to give up on my favourite shoes - according to the shoe repair guy (with whom I feel I have become inordinately close to) there is nothing more that can be done for them. They have had a good life (about 11 years) although they did skip some years of wear - I was fickle and unfaithful to them...... They were actually a hand-me-down from my sister so they did have quite a long and exciting life. Every time I wore them I got compliments, often from guys, which is fairly amazing.

Speaking of boys...... I recently had the pleasure of a visit from a good friend of mine who I had not seen in years........ seriously, probably seven years. Sadly the last time I had seen him was pre-kids and 15kgs lighter. He gave me 3 hours warning of his impending visit. I don't know if you can envisage the frenzy that errupted in my house in that 3 hours. Apart from begging God to help me lose 15 kilos in 3 hours ("Please God, I will do anything you want....."), the kids and I dusted, cleaned, put away shopping and cooked up a massive batch of vegies and lambshanks for Mr 2 (I think I've mentioned previously how much I dislike chopping pumpkin - I was chopping it at warp speed). I also, with assistance from two friends, demolished the bunk bed in the kid's room and moved it down stairs to storage. This was perhaps not the best timing to do that job, and may have put a little extra pressure than was necessary on the whole proceedings, but hey...... I'm sure my boy visitor was thrilled to see the bunk bed out of the kid's room in the fleeting glance he gave to the room. Miss 4 was incredibly helpful as she cleaned the toys and the lounge area up, and started the washing up, and I even managed to make myself look reasonably respectable.

Handy Hint Number 48: When a boy that you used to have a massive crush on and that you haven't seen in many years says he is coming to visit, it is probably good for your sanity to arrange a date with him 3 months down the track instead of 3 hours, so you can lose 15 kgs and look stunning......

Anyway, we had a great catch up and he cooked me dinner - which was unreal. Unfortunately I had a headache, brought on, I'm sure, from no lunch or caffeine and excessive dashing around like a mad woman combined with stress over Mr Dad (who has been a bit unwell), so I wasn't the hostess with the mostest that I normally would be.......

And in case you were wondering: he still looks great. Typical.....