Vomit-inducing

It's probably a good thing we're on holiday at the moment, because anyone too close to us would be rushing to the bathroom to puke with the couply moments we're having.

I just got busted looking at him. Hee hee.

Yep, I'm very in love. OK, he's 18 years older, his hair's greying with white in it, he's a mechanic, he's from the other side of the world, his musical bone is minimal. On paper, it's incompatible.

I tell you though, get the chance to see us, watch us together, you'll see how right this is.

No news is good news

My mum always says she knows I'm happy and busy and enjoying life when she only hears from me periodically. My parents worry if I phone them too frequently when I'm away from home. "What's wrong?", "What do you need?", "You only called us last week!". The same is evidently true for this blog.

Life is really good. I have a wonderful, loving, understanding boyfriend. I'm excited about my visit home. Between them, Bex, Gregg and my mum do a good job of slapping me into shape whenever I have an irrational 'life is scary' moment. I'm unemployed and have a huge number of unknowns in front of me, but I feel strong and supported enough to take whatever life throws at me just now.