I’m still forty and I still have awesome diamond earrings. I also had a fairly reasonable hangover on Sunday morning (must have been that goblet of champagne I kept refilling, or the fact I only got 3hrs sleep…) and as a consequence now have a lucrin injection bruise to spoil my record. Bugger. Getting my husband to give it would not have been any wiser though, so I guess it was inevitable.
The party was fabulous. We had about 65 adults and 20 kids come through from 12.30 Saturday until late Sunday arvo, (with maybe 30-ish camped over for breakfast) and we still have FIL here, along with DH’s 2 BFF’s (one with a wife and three kids). I think they’ll all leave today and we can get on with the start of DH’s month long holiday. Woot! We’re not going anywhere (except to Perth for egg collection week) and it will be lovely to potter around the house and get some trees planted etc.
So, all is well.
I can’t say when I’ll get photos posted, but it will happen eventually. Next weekend is my brother’s birthday and also my Dad’s 60th party, so probably not before then.
And now I am off to pump class to burn off some of those champagne calories. The lucrin bloat is in full swing and if I let my abdominals relax for a second I look like I am about 16 weeks pregnant. Which would only encourage awkward comments. So I have to suck it up/in and do lots of crunches!
Oh, I also managed to survive Mother’s day. I hope you all did too.
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