Well my day started well yesterday.
Drove to work, pulled into a petrol station to get fuel. Luckily I checked my handbag BEFORE I put fuel in because I had no purse. It was still in the camera bag where it lives most weekends.
Luckily, I had enough petrol to get to and from work, but I’ve probably been captured on CCTV, suspiciously pulling up to a petrol pump and then driving away.
Now this also meant I could not buy cigarettes (yes, yes I know I shouldn’t smoke) and I had four – not enough to last the day.
I got to work and set the building alarm off. It was about 7.10am and I thought a colleague would be in before me so I went in the front door. Nope, he was elsewhere so all the alarms went off.
Not bad for pre-7.30am lol.
I had, however, remembered the cheesecake. Mississippi Mud Pie cheesecake. As a bribe/thank you to the production department I think it went down quite well (one colleague posted on facebook that I was the best boss in the world). It was certainly decadent enough to please :)
And then yesterday evening someone finally read my short story. In fact two people did, two people that I don’t know and who aren’t biased woo hoo.
They were both very complimentary but offered constructive criticism as to how I could improve the story as well. Precisely what I wanted. I was very pleased.
And the sunset wasn’t bad either :)
I have. however, had a huge falling out with step daughter to be. I got fed up with her behaviour and decided it was about time I told her a few home truths. This did not go down well and I am now a former facebook friend because of it. Ho hum. Stroppy teenagers are hard … someone else’s stroppy teenager is even harder.
You know where you stand with your own.
I once had a conversation with gorgeous daughter number one (who was about 14 at the time) that went something like this.
GD1: “I’m going to London on Friday night.”
Me: “Who with?”
GD1: “My friends, we are going to Waterloo Station.”
Me: “What are you going to do at Waterloo Station?”
GD1: “Stand around.”
Me: “You will look like a group of young prostitutes.”
GD1: “I’m going anyway.”
Me: “I said ok.”
GD1: “Aren’t you going to tell me I can’t go?”
GD1: “Why not?”
Me: “Because you have no intention of going and I have no intention of arguing about something that isn’t going to happen.”
Problem solved :)
Wish it was that easy with stepdaughter to be.