So there are no bus adventures today, unless last night's counts; It began with me waiting at the bus stop as usual, which happens to be outside a tattoo parlour. I have seen a young man there several times recently, actually I think he may work there, and he is extremely tattooed, including his face and neck, so I was discreetly trying to get a photo of him to send to Daughter Number One. Not for any negative reason you understand, but because he is young, slim, and the tattoos actually add to his somewhat attractive appearance, rather than make him look like a mad axe murderer or similar. I  thought Daughter Number One might enjoy looking at him, so I became a sort of spy/ninja and through a superb combination of nonchalance, pretending to check the time, playing a "game" on my phone, plus many other surveillance skills I possess, I managed to take a halfway decent photo which is now on Daughter Number One's email in the UK. So, this young man has achieved fame without even realizing it. Then the bus turned up, so I got on (I'm not stupid) and couldn't take my usual seat as there was something unmentionable (not to mention unidentifiable) on it, and as everything I wear is usually fabulous (I refuse to subscribe to the standard Alaska uniform of clogs/crocs and fleece) I prefer to keep it that way. So I sat in the next seat along, not a second too soon as the driver was Enthusiastic Lady Driver who stomps on the brake/accelerator with such glee that the bus and everything on board lurches from stop to stop, in a way so violent it makes me fear for my teeth. (She also forgot which route she was on last week and took a wrong turn) She shouts "Have a good day" at everyone who steps off the bus, myself included, which seems impossible to me for several reasons; a. Surely it's not possible for EVERYONE to have a good day, even though it would be lovely
b.Does she REALLY mean it, or is it just a phrase she uses out of habit?
c.If it's just something she says, she could very well be wishing an axe murderer a good day without realizing it......
In conclusion, I have actually done a post about the bus, even though I said I wasn't going to, plus I mentioned axe murderers twice.
So anyway, no bus today as Friday is Perfect Husband's day off so I get a lift to work, which also means Friday is Fabulous Shoe day, as I don't have to contend with cracked, pot holey pavements and the risk of getting heels caught on the bus. I have added a pic of today's shoes at the end.
Today is mine and Perfect Husband's First Wedding Anniversary. As Daughter Number Two put it so succinctly on the phone a couple of days ago "Bloodyhell mum, a whole year with the same bloke, well done!" I love my kids. She does have a point though.
So Perfect Husband celebrated prematurely by drinking an entire bottle of red wine last night. He works away during half of the week, so he came home at 9pm exhausted and stressed, and we spent the next three hours drinking wine and discussing James Gandolfini who has just died (Perfect Husband has just recently discovered The Sopranos and has been watching them in his hotel room on a weekly basis) plus other topics.
We drunk dialed Daughter Number One at 11:20pm, as she is in England and so it was 8:20am next day for her, and as she had a Date I was anxious to dispense motherly advice, while Perfect Husband was shouting helpful things in the background.
I went to bed at midnight, whereas Perfect Husband came to bed, then left fearing a Vomit was fast approaching (he made an adorable high pitched yelping noise from the bathroom; I on the other hand always sound like I am expelling a Demon when I throw up; could I have vomit envy?) I knew no more until this morning, when I was greeted by the sight of him in bed snoring loudly, there was a blue spare pillow on the bedroom floor which Whiney Dog was standing on (she lacks the ability to simply walk around things) plus a blanket in the hallway, plus an entire toilet roll balanced on the side of the bath, twice its normal size and soaking wet, on account of him misjudging the position of the holder and simply dropping the whole thing in the toilet.
I got ready for work, put a luxuriously dry roll of toilet paper on the holder, placed the sodden one in the recycling, prepared coffee, iced water and aspirin for Perfect Husband, then woke him up.
And here I am at work, while hopefully he is at home sleeping off his hangover and not clipping Whiney Dog's fur without my supervision; on second thoughts it may be amusing to have a medium sized, slightly overweight dog who resembles a lion........
Below is us on our wedding day, did I mention we had a Pirate Wedding? And also today's utterly fabulous shoes..... enjoy.