So here's my plan, I'm heading over to Penrith to have a coffee with the "man of my life", my best Fag Friend. Then I'm grabbing 3 dozen doughnuts to present to Glam as the second place prize, after I get on the scale and win this "Biggest Loser" contest at work tonight. 

My son phoned me at 6pm and when I answered the phone he said, "Hey Ma, what are you doing tonight?" (When he says "Hey Ma", I immediately know that he's gonna ask for some sort of favour) So I sarcastically replied "What do you want son?". 

He wanted a lift to and from a party in Ingleburn (yes, the one on the news). I agreed because it didn't interfere with my mapped out night.

I dropped him and his girlfriend at the party in Ingleburn, then I hurried home. Time was of the essence!! I only had a half hour to get ready, including washing and blow drying my hair. Then I headed out the door to Penrith. I needed to be on the road or I would run out of time. 

I made it to Penrith with 30 minutes up my sleeve. I got to sit and enjoy some "alone" time with my best fag friend over a Krispy Kreme "Vanilla Chai". He has me worried!! He's seems wound tight. He rambled on about someone else's problems. I told him to "settle down" and also "to take a deep breath". Maybe it was the fact that I didn't have much time, that he felt the need to cram it all into one 30 minute coffee session. 

Unfortunately, he was called away to a production problem, and I ran out of time. I grab the doughnuts for Glam and raced out the door. 

I realised, when I hit the road, that I needed a quicker way home. So I chose to hit the M4 to the M7 all the way back to Campbelltown. I made the hour drive in 30 minutes on the motorway. (at a hefty price of $7.80.....rip off bastards)

I arrived at work just in time for second break. I wasn't there to work, I was required to jump on the scales tonight, so we could put an end to our "Biggest Loser" contest on Green Shift and crown a winner.

I don't want to rub it in, but I won, I won, I won!!!! Nanny, Nanny, boo, boo, I won!! Lol (I had a 9 kilo loss, Glam had a 4 kilo loss, in a 10 week period)

I've got to give credit to Glam, she got me motivated. How was she to know that I'm one competitive bitch!! Haha

With the contest out of the way it was time to "visit". I went to the "Smoking Hole" to wait!! I knew it wouldn't be long until I was graced with "someone's" presence. I was surprised that about 7 people were able to join me. About 10 minutes into our visit, who comes walking out the door, none other than my obsession, Mr. Pecks!! To my surprise he's a smoker. I didn't know that about him.

I want the fact that he smokes to gross me out, but his fine ass body makes it hard. I compare it to prescription drugs......you have the side effects but "the benefits OUT WEIGH the side effects"!! (anyway it's not like he's really my man, he's just a toy I look at, at work)

But, if he was my man, I would be putting an end to that filthy habit ASAP, I'd give him something else to wrap his lips around, bahahah!! 

We had a few laughs and somehow, we got on the subject of my blogs (of course, because they are so fuckin entertaining, lol) . Hope managed to bring up a portion of a blog where I mention my dildo named B.O.B. (Battery Operated Boyfriend) 

I just had a random thought, I wonder if I can use the fact that I have machine operating experience, on my resume, the next time I apply for an operators job at work. I'm sure that would be a great "Ice Breaker" in the interview!!

How bout the "Freezer Test"......I could ask where the batteries go and where can I climb on!! Lol (that's somefunny shit) I'm pissing myself laughing so I know you are!!

Anyway, Hope was trying to remember "B.O.B.'s" name. Thats when me and Mr. Pecks said the correct name in unison. I laughed but was kind of a bit embarrassed. It one thing to write to a unknown entity, it's another to realise that people are actually reading it.

I quickly recovered, because i've been in more embarrassing scenario than this.

Everyone's break was over and I need to get back to Ingleburn to pick up my son. So I headed off. In the car I called Adam to find out if he was ready, cause I was ready. 

That's when my son told me about the massive fight at the party, involving cops, ambo's, taser guns, mace, cracked skulls, a kid that got run over by some party crashers, police helicopter. Of course I'm shitting myself but thankfully his girlfriend called her dad to the rescue and they're safe. So off to bed.