Looking forward to the weekend

Though I am feeling the effects of a late night last night at bookclub- I am really looking forward to this weekend.

Line-up for tomorrow: Get up before sparrows' fart. On this note I have to digress. Last night at bookclub- we are asked to guess on the list of the top 10 most proficient farters what is the top. Termite? Get out of here? I still plan to verify this somewhat dodgy sounding fact. I mean how the heck to you even establish when a termite has farted?

Then Christopher to swimming by 8am. We missed it last week because he had a runny nose in the morning. Then meeting Jade at home. I met Jade when we both attended ante-natal classes before the births of our first children. She is now 5 months pregnant with her second child and has started her own business . So I hope to be one of her first customers.

My wedding photos have been lying around in a box now for over 4 years and it is time that they finally get put into an album. So Jade is coming over to discuss doing that for me and I am excited about that as she will also be doing a few scrap pages for me. So tonight- big job to sit and sort through the photos and put them into some kind of order and scratch up my wedding invitation and other momentos.

Then I am meeting Robyn at Mugg and Bean to arrange Taz's baby shower and finally off to the International Fashion Sale {with up to 70% off} with Loren, my sister-in-law. Yay.

Then Sunday- there is art in the Garden and Walter Sizulu Botanical Garden and I quite fancy doing that and maybe dragging hubby along and getting brekkie. Christopher loves the place but as per previous blogs has been known to aggresively eyeball other patrons who get in his way.

Also Spudo, my young brother, returns from Lagos and I am not sure who will be happier about that- him or me. My mom-in-law will also be getting back from overseas and will be very happy to see her back too!

I overheard such a funny conversation in the toy-shop yesterday. The teller remarks, "Elizabeth Taylor!!!" reading her customer's name off her credit card. Obviously quite innured to this line of questioning, the patron replies wearily, "Yes- but I was not born that- it is my married name and I am still on my first husband. You should see the jibing I get about it especially at work because I work at De Beers (for those that don't know- massive diamond mining company) and on my business card it says: De Beers A diamond is forever, and my name- Elizabeth Taylor."  Well I spose the diamonds if not the husbands, were indeed forever.

So last night as Taz and I are in the car on the way to bookclub I get an anxious phonecall from James that he has found Christopher in possession of a soggy Doom mat. Grrrr. I thought I have just bloody left him in your care for a whole 15 minutes and he is chowing down on a freeking mosquito mat. Luckily, Taz had been through the same experience with Danika and had gone to the emergency rooms with her (in her ball gown because she had been on her way to a ball and ofcourse these things can never happen at convenient times). The doc had said that there was nothing to worry about. Still I was worried- so very relieved to get home later and check on my sleeping, breathing, snoring, little angel.

But I could not be mad with James as usually everything happens on my watch. So far had been 3- nil score between us(incidents occurring on our respective watches). Now it is 3 - 1. James and I always laugh because he is always so understanding when something has happened on my watch and we both know that if the same thing had happened on his watch I would go off like a cracker.

We have agreed to agree that he is the bigger (and often better) person in our relationship. Although not gracious- because when I was in one of my rare, flattering moods and I told him that he is so generous and kind, blah, blah, etc and he smiled endearingly at me and replied yes- and you are a little beyatch. True, but luckily for him- I'm his little beyatch.