It just peachy when you're woken up at 6am by a screeching alarm. (I didn't even go to bed until 3) The only things around here with an alarm is my car, and the next door neighbours house. I could tell by the sound, that it wasn't my car. I did however, manage to lift my head off of the pillow and convince my husband to get "his ass" out of bed and go and have a look (you gotta love strong, macho, I got to protect my wife, kind of men). He jumped right to it! If it was reversed, I would have said......"go check it out yourself".......HE LOVES ME!!  After 5 minutes, my husband crawled back into bed with the report that nothing is going on next door, and no one was getting robbed! That damn alarm sang for over 3/4 of an hour. So now I'm awake and in a real pissy mood! Thank you, you son of a bitch!
Today is Saturday and I've got nothing planned. I have no kids at home and an extremely messy house. The bigger question here is "what can I find to do BESIDES housework?"
My best fag friend is just coming off of overnights and he's probably snuggled up next to his new boyfriend somewhere over the "fucken rainbow" in Penrith, so I can count them out of my plans. My other BFF Pinky, is probably playing "house" with her BF and knowing her, she's still recovering from her massive New Years Eve night out in the city. That counts her out too! No one I like is working at KK so I won't even bother with a trip there. My other BFF McSeen, is up the coast at her mothers. I'm heading up there tomorrow to "beach it" at her family reunion. I've sorta become an adopted sister since my move to Australia and we've been friends (it's nice of them to include me, considering I don't have ANY family of my own in Aussie) 
So I guess I'm going to have to tackle the mound of housework waiting for me, this should make me real happy.....NOT!!
I got as far as throwing a load of washing in the washer. I didn't even turn the bloody thing on (how fuckin lazy is that). Well I've accomplished something today. Nothing else has moved. So it will be waiting for me.
I returned to bed and manage to have a sleep in until 2pm. We got up, looked at the messy kitchen, then decided that the Club is where we're having dinner. So we headed to "Wests". We arrived at 4pm and I was starving. I waited at the Bistro for some service when a very polite lass approached me to inform me that the Bistro doesn't open until 530pm. However, she did suggest that the Coffee Shop was open for business. Because of my earlier pissy mood I gave the poor girl my "death stare". She's lucky she was behind a counter. I felt like ripping her head off, but I didn't!! 
So here we are, at the club, no food available for another hour an a half, so we hit the pokies. Im from Las Vegas otherwise known as "Sin City" so to say that Wests is a club is sort of a joke, but I managed to enjoy the 1cent slot machines  regardless!
My grilled fish was to die for. I'm in a better mood thanks to the brilliant chef's at West. Now maybe I can go home and face that mound of housework that I'm trying my damnedest to avoid!! (my excuse.....I've got the whole month to do it)