Time Check: 1:24am.
I have Milo made with milk cooling beside me [yawns] and [yawns]. a head full of plans for my 4 day weekend And a massive case of the guilts.
The Romme girls met tonight to say hooray to JK who is going to London to go to work… Today being the 22nd and all, a day I have had booked out in my brain calendar for months.
I got an email to remind me about the farewell Romme game and Pizza Night while I was in NZ and once again I pinged the internal calendar to remember the 22nd and go to T’s house for pizza and cards.
Except that my internal calendar set to 2006 not 2005. I thought the 22nd was Saturday.
So I got a call from T saying “Are you coming?” while I was up to my elbows in steak and stirfry and halfway down a bottle of Shiraz.
Clearly I wasn’t coming…
Two month’s plans.
What a complete Stuff Up. Sigh Ed. I would have said Cock Up but I’m not so polite
So JK is going to England without having said goodbye to me in person, the Romme kitty has been spent without Bet and I because she is in NZ and I am a complete drop kick. And T, the newest member of our wee card party thinks I am completely stupid and irresponsible and flicked the party because it was at her house, and she and I do not see eye to eye.
Instead I had dinner with Skeeter which was Looong overdue and a case of the guilts which is keeping me awake.
I guess you can’t have it all!