They Say What They Say

Hmm, the weather report for the old home town this weekend is 'crisp'. 'Crisp', they say. Just another word for 'cold' says me. Thank god I remembered to pack a turtle neck and some jeans, even if I had to purchase an emergency belt to hold the jeans up.

I think my mum is trying to get me drunk. She keeps refilling my wine glass without me noticing and of course I keep drinking it. I'm feeling quite tipsy now. Not good when I have to get up early and mind small children all weekend.

I am yet to watch this week's episode of Supernatural, but I can't wait! OMG, the squee!

Oh goodness, I'm a bit drunk now. Thanks mum!