i told my man upon his return to the shed last night that the 'linky dink' gods were against me.
he gave me the 'knowing look' that all techies give to non techies.
the look that says
"there there, non techie fool"
after several minutes of him doing his thing,
all the time listening to me over his shoulder advising
"did that, nope that won't work, tried that... yep, and that"
(which was really aiding him nicely)
he came to the conclusion that it was not me or my little shiny place but something far greater out in cyber space.
i knew it! i knew it!
i have not been jinxed by the 'linky dink' gods after all...
this and one other thing has got me as giddy as the giddiest i have ever been.
("steady on Tif" i hear you exclaim "don't want to see Mr Vertigo and his wicked ways take advantage of you".
"oh you are quite right, thank you kindly for your concerns" i reply)
in fact i fear my giddy ways will keep me up all night with eyes wide open,
anticipating tomorrow and what it will bring.
let me enlighten you as to the reasons for my 'dizzying' excitement...
our #1 noted to me at the beginning of the week that we had six months left together and we had better make the most of it.
she then enquired as to what my plans were for Saturday morning.
i announced they were the usual Saturday morning chores in paradise,
watch little olive,
remove little olive from where she should not be,
encourage little olive not to bring in a whole branch but be content with a twig
feeding the clan,
picking up 'snow trails' left by little olive
(although i must confess the laundry side of things is not quite so 'chorey' since i gave my little laundry corner a 'lickity lick' of turquoise)
she then proceeded to tell me she knew of THEE Mecca of all thrift stores.
that indeed it could quite possibly be the closest thing to heaven this side of the pearly gates.
i told our #1 that she knew just how to sweet talk her mama.
i then told my man, i was unavailable on Saturday morning for my usual Saturday in paradise
and i was handing all responsibilities over to him.
i know how it will go...
she will drive,
i will clutch my handbag and press imaginary peddles,
we will enter together,
we go our seperate ways,
we will talk on phones half way round,
she in the changing room,
me in the furniture section,
we will meet at the end,
we will admire each others finds,
we will line up together,
we will get to the cash till,
she will announce she appears to not have enough money on her card
(looking at me with big eyes)
i will say
"oh, just give it here... but don't tell your father"
she will smile sweetly,
my heart will crack,
i will catch my breath,
knowing we only have
six months of 'thrifting together' left...
and so tonight,
i shall lie awake 'giddy'
whilst 'visualizing' a lovely pair of Swedish clogs with painted flowers on,
waiting for moi
this side of heaven
she is wishing you some 'visualizing' of your own this weekend and will return next week with glue stick in hand ~ Tif