Seriously, this “blog” thing is WORK. See, I go on vacaton and you all are still here, going WHY DID I BOOKMARK YOU, WOMAN?
I don’t know, Mr, Crabs, I don’t know.
Have to do some acrobatics to upload pics, since my ibook battery died. I have to download to My Guy’s computer, dump everything in a folder and put it on a memory stick, and then do whatever editing, cropping, etc on the mac, then transfer back to his computer for upload. Plus, I’m having too much fun to do much work. We’ve been over this.
Yesterday was My Guy’s birthday, and between celebrating it in two different cities (we’re in Phuket now) and pushing “celebration” to the limits of definition, I’d say it was a roaring success. Getting him from one midnight mark to the next one alive made me very happy.
Highlights to come: me taking a shortcut across a narrow wall in stilettos and a long gown, hopping off the end and falling ass over teakettle without even the grace of a shoulder roll at the end, knocking over coatracks, bottles, coasters (I dropped one into the tank of fish while we were getting out “fisherapy”), and spraining my foot despite carrying my heels on the way back from the birthday dinner so I wouldn’t get hurt because it was raining (shut up, Philip Williams), slamming my head into the roof of a tuk-tuk getting in and nearly falling back into the street, walking across a major thoroughfare where everyone drives on the other side of the street and triumphantly announcing that I avoided a moped and a tuk-tuk only to stop short as a bus passed in the other direction not six inches from my toes, and repeatedly—REPEATEDLY—dropping the last six inches onto a bench because it was lower to the ground than I expected (Hello! Not American proportions).
It’s four am I and need to go back to sleep, but will have pics of the Reclining Budda and whatever else I saw while upright or not nursing a gooseegg on my noggin.