On Saturday I plan to chat to my dad about having a baby out of wedlock. A planned baby out of wedlock. Gone are the days of me considering myself to be normal. This is in no way a normal situation… *sigh. I figure my Dad will have either two reactions; 1) Completely freak out and disown me or 2) support me and be understanding…. Talk about stressful!
In other news, Hottie asked me yesterday what I would like to do for my birthday. To be honest I don’t usually do much. We are having a small get together with friends the day before on the 16th (Public holiday), but other than that not really bothered.
As a joke I said I would like a birthday cake as I haven’t had a birthday cake in almost 6 years – yes, the child in me still pop’s out every now and then. Earlier he sent a message that my cake has been ordered… Ahhhh
Am heading off to my “Dorpie” on Saturday for a farewell party and some time with the folks. Looking forward to the visit and catching up on the local gossip. Have no doubt that there has been a fair amount of gossip about me too…
One of the cleaners in our office came past my desk earlier and remarked at how much weight I have picked up.
Tay: Afternoon, how are you?
Cleaner Lady: Hello sweety
After a pause, I notice she is checking me out from head to toe.
Cleaner Lady: Eish, you are getting big neh?
Tay: Erm, excuse me?
CL: “You… You are eating too much” *Shakes head in disapproval
Tay: It’s just the skirt I am wearing, makes me look big!
She scuttled off, still clucking away at the disgust of it. I am not amused.