I’m MEANT to be packing to leave for the Gold Coast for the weekend. But I’m sick of packing. The eight items I have lying on my bed are all I’ve managed. I’ve completely exerted myself today. Ha. I woke up, ate breakfast, watched TV, finished off the guest book and put my devices and camera and shoes in a bag. See, productive, huh?
At this rate, I might not make the Goldie before ladies night tonight in my cousin’s apartment. Pre-wedding champagne and girlie pampering, I assume. Anyway. What was I saying? Oh yeah. I’m sneaking out for coffee. Don’t tell my family. They think I’m busily preparing everything I’m meant to take with me to leave ASAP.
Lucky they don’t read my blog!
Suger 
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