Yesterday, I headed to bed at 2pm for a wee 'Nana Nap'. I woke up at midnight, all bright eyed, and bushy tailed. Of course I knew that I had slept to long, and there was no way I could go back to sleep, so I pushed the power button "ON" on my laptop. My computer whizzed awake and so did my night of 'Face-booking' and 'Blogging'!!  

I managed to get caught up on the things I needed to, and then headed back to bed with a 7am alarm set. 

About 6am, my hubby called for another pick up/rescue. He rang the house phone and it startled me awake. I jumped out of bed with such a fright, that I thought I was having a heart attack! I was seriously disoriented (I'm sure all of you have had this kind of rude awakening). There happened to be no trains to or from the city last night, they were replaced by buses. I must have misunderstood him, I thought I heard him say he was catching the bus home, so I set off to resume my sleep. 

Well, about 15 minutes later the phone rang again, he was angry and wanted to know where the hell I was. I didn't want to tell him I went back to "LaLa Land" so I huffed "I'll be right there". 

I found him walking towards his usual parking spot and pulled over to pick him up. He was furious and we had a massive blue, right there in the middle of the street. I was fling statements at him like; "Yo No speak-a English Clearly" mate, in my best 'Mexican accent' that i could muster, without laughing!! Lol. When he hopped out of my car I could tell he was "PISSED". He didn't even say 'Thank You'.......what an ungrateful asshole!!

I got home and decided that I'd better get ready. I was heading into the City with a group of friends. Four of us had appointments at the laser clinic in Martin Place. Pinky arrive right on time at 7:45am as I was putting the finishing touches on my breakfast. We were supposed to meet my best fag friend at the end of my drive way,  and he knew why! He knew I wanted to avoid upsetting my hubby.  When I turned around, my best fag friend and his Penrith Parasite boyfriend were standing "smack dab" in the middle of my kitchen. (I have a feeling that my best fag friend must want to die, lol) How was he to know that my hubby was in a foul mood already, and I'm sure the last thing my husband would want is to see my 'BEST FAG FRIEND' and his 'BOYFRIEND' in his kitchen, that early in the morning. This move could have caused my hubby to snap. We made it out alive, but I heard him call out after us, that he was buying a gun tomorrow lol!! 

Once in the city, we parked and hit the pavement for a brisk walk to the clinic. I was huffing and puffing by the third block. My beautiful 'FIT' son turns to me and says "You've got to be kidding me". He was referring to my breathlessness! So now I'm thinking {What the fuck: I have two assholes in my family!!} I felt like slapping him upside the back of his head. Thankfully I made it there and even managed to keep up with my son.  

Upon arrival, we were asked to fill in a questionnaire. Simple enough task.....right!! WRONG!! I got to the question that asked what area I was needing lasered. I didn't think 'FANNY' was an appropriate word (coming from a
American, with a thick Yank accent), so I answered "Nether regions " and drew a picture of an upside triangle. I'm sure the technician would get my drift. (during the consult when she came across my diagram she chuckled) My point was made, lol!! So I'm looking at about $1000 bucks.....not to bad!!

We finished and hurried to the car. My best fag friend went in the opposite direction because he had work. We arrived home about noon. Plenty of time to head to the gym for another torture session. I have to admit......I'm kinda starting to like the 'After effects' you feel after a hard ass sweat. I'm gonna stick with it, just to see if I can arrange my fat ass into a different shape. Lol