Leaving on a Jet Plane

Look there is a lot to catch you up on, but then there is also a lot of bad tv for me to watch so i'm sure you can see my dilemma. Between the delivery man who looked at my chest and said "So how's yer puppies...oh woops guess i shouldn't say that, how's those dogs of yours". Snorting tea out my nose when my work mate- eyeing off the two tea bags in my mug- announces loudly "i'm going to try double teabagging like you" (please dont make me explain, just google it), my adventures to where the wild things are (no not Noarlunga train station, the proper wilderness), Hamsters with martial arts skills and my plans to invite you all in to the lunatic asylum that is RSVP dating- i hardly know where to start, but i really just need to hug my squishy* and watch tv and not think about tomorrow. Tomorrow in gale force winds i am being forced to go on a plane that, if anything, resembles a pizza hut toy glider and would undoubtedly lose a mid air confrontation with a reasonably robust seagull. I have sulked, foot stamped and tried to wheedle my way out of it, to no avail. It really burns my toast that i have to give up a whole day, my goodness they had better be planning something delicious for lunch!

*squishy is unfortunately not a boy, more like a security blanket...but squishy