these are a few of my favourite things
The boy complained at me earlier about my last blog, and said I need to write happy things. So here we go.
I like my boy. He is the nicest, bestest, sweetest boy I have ever dated. And that I've lived with (although as the only boyfriend I've ever lived with, it's not really a contest - although if it was he would win every time, hands down).
I like the quiet nights out that turn into the best nights. Like last Friday - quick drink to say goodbye to a colleague over from our DC office ended at 11.45, dashing out of the karaoke (if one can dash when drunk) to grab a cab to get to the station to get my last train home. Top night. And my recent girls night out - another top night. Even if my fabulous new shoes left me feeling like every bone in my toes was going to break.
I like having quiet time with my family and friends. This past weekend was lovely, so much time with my mom and dad and gran - wonderful. Monday night's impromptu Star Wars trivial pursuit at my best mate and girlfriends (conveniently also one of my closest friends). The Risk night here.
I like seeing my friend's baby (and my friend!) for every time I see her there's something new and exciting she can do - most recently speak. Gorgeous little princess.
I like having a whole day free to loll around in bed and read - newspapers, books, anything. I especially like it on a Sunday morning, when the boy lets me sleep in then brings me breakfast in bed and my trashy paper. Heaven.
I like having a clean house. Is so nice coming in from work to a neat and tidy house.
I love the smell of Dior Addict, although small doses only as it's quite powerful stuff.
I like coffee breaks - gossiping, skinny lattes, big comfy chairs. I like the feeling of not being rushed, just really relax and natter away.
I like coming home to surprise presents too :) (Take note boy - tonight's new bear is wonderful!)
So there you go, a few of my favourite things. And a happy entry.
On a separate note, a few of us at work are entering a charity football tournament. Please feel free to sponsor us, our website is here
I like my boy. He is the nicest, bestest, sweetest boy I have ever dated. And that I've lived with (although as the only boyfriend I've ever lived with, it's not really a contest - although if it was he would win every time, hands down).
I like the quiet nights out that turn into the best nights. Like last Friday - quick drink to say goodbye to a colleague over from our DC office ended at 11.45, dashing out of the karaoke (if one can dash when drunk) to grab a cab to get to the station to get my last train home. Top night. And my recent girls night out - another top night. Even if my fabulous new shoes left me feeling like every bone in my toes was going to break.
I like having quiet time with my family and friends. This past weekend was lovely, so much time with my mom and dad and gran - wonderful. Monday night's impromptu Star Wars trivial pursuit at my best mate and girlfriends (conveniently also one of my closest friends). The Risk night here.
I like seeing my friend's baby (and my friend!) for every time I see her there's something new and exciting she can do - most recently speak. Gorgeous little princess.
I like having a whole day free to loll around in bed and read - newspapers, books, anything. I especially like it on a Sunday morning, when the boy lets me sleep in then brings me breakfast in bed and my trashy paper. Heaven.
I like having a clean house. Is so nice coming in from work to a neat and tidy house.
I love the smell of Dior Addict, although small doses only as it's quite powerful stuff.
I like coffee breaks - gossiping, skinny lattes, big comfy chairs. I like the feeling of not being rushed, just really relax and natter away.
I like coming home to surprise presents too :) (Take note boy - tonight's new bear is wonderful!)
So there you go, a few of my favourite things. And a happy entry.
On a separate note, a few of us at work are entering a charity football tournament. Please feel free to sponsor us, our website is here
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