A few Fridays ago, I had a diner date with my good friend B* at my home.
On D Day, I picked up The Little Man from school and decided to treat him at Pizza Express, the ultimate kid treat!
While he was eating, I texted B to make sure our plans were still on.
I texted**: ” Are we still on tonight?”
She texted back: ” Yes! What time do you want me to be there?”
I replied: ” I am with The Little Man in Pizza Express. So with traffic and all I should be home by 6.30″.
To which she replied: ” Oh! Ok then. I will stop by my place, grab something to eat as well and I get come over for a coffee afterwards I guess?”.
She thought I was inviting her AND wasn’t bothering to provide
some any kind of food.
I was about to call this post – channeling my inner Kim Kardashian.
Then I thought again…
It felt like moving from Gwyneth to Kim is too much of a wide split for this blog to handle.
Why did I think about Kim K?
Chunky Oversized Coat.
One of my most consistent
hobbies habits is dieting.
Or rather, thinking about dieting.
Talking about dieting.
Planning some dieting.
And unfortunately little of actually dieting.
Recently, I decided to trial a new concept to help me successfully fulfil, like in real life the above mentioned dieting challenge.
I have a new obsession.
A beauty obession.
Berry lipstick. Or to be exact THE perfect colour of berry lipsticks.
This Xmas – something (kind of ) terrible happened.
I forgot about the Xmas parties!!!!!!!!!!!
Being the over-obessive-planner-completely-addicted-to-planning-and-re-planning-my-next-2-weeks-diary-compulsively, how could I EVER miss THE social event of my year (let’s NOT pause and reflect on how sad this might sound)????
Oh wait. I know. I grew up.
Lately, I have been enjoying the opportunity to go back more often to my beloved Paris.
But I noticed that with each trip, some stereotypical old french habits are creeping up on me again!
Who cares – as they say when In Paris…
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