I was meant to go out Saturday night with my bestests Ana and Claire but because I knew I was leaving my job on Tuesday I didn’t really want to spend money I wasn’t going to remember spending.
I haven’t been making as much of an effort to go out drinking socially since my dad died, I seem to have some adverse reaction to it. I probably do find excuses but I feel they’re genuine excuses, if there’s such a thing and this Saturday I thought I’d prefer to stay in and save money. Which Alex didn’t do as he treated me to a random bottle of champagne and some strawberry chocolates.
He bought himself an XL tub of pick n mix and I think he’s failed to realise that he’s left them in my room *evil laugh* and he had teeth sweets in them. Here is Alex with his new falsies. He’s so fit.
He took a photo of me with teeth too. These pictures will go in the scrapbook when I’m feeling more alert.
Till next weekend you beautiful bottle of bubbles