Another day of sun!

Another wedding invitation! This one, in December.

This one is a particularly close friend of mine. Someone that I see more like a brother than a friend. Someone I treasure beyond friendship and someone I would drop everything for should he need my aid.

Someone who think I’m important enough to be the VERY FIRST to know before any other friends, woo hoo! I told you I’m cool!

…and unfortunately someone whose wedding I cannot attend. BUGGER!

This friend asked me for my address today to send the invitation, regardless of whether I can make it or not. Confidently, I wrote back, “ok. Here it is, my address is…”

I paused for a long while before realizing in horror…

I FORGOT MY OWN ADDRESS!

I’ve been staying at Hero’s too much I know his address more than I know mine! Holy cripes, this ain’t good.

And another good news: a friend of mine is due for labour TODAY! I’m not sure if the baby has come out yet. When I got in touch with her yesterday she informed me that the baby doesn’t seem to want to come out at all. Hahahaha!

The due date was supposed to be today but she felt nothing out of the ordinary. No extra hard kicks, no discomfort beyond the usual pregnancy discomfort, no water breaking…nothing. Well fret not, the baby will come out. Besides, I don’t blame the baby. If I was to be born during this month I would wanna stay longer in the warm womb too. It’s getting colder out here.

On another note, Mad Penguin is baaaaack in action! I’m feeling much better, throat still scratchy but most of it is curing. I could actually eat without feeling like I’m choking. Now it just feels itchy. Haha. I still have runny nose, but no complain there. I enjoy blowing my nose (another weird thing about me). So I’m good, I’m jumping around and I even sang some weird, nonsense song this morning with little J.

The song has a lot to do with the pool being green and the birds shitting in it and the shit melting in chlorine and so on and so forth. I’m predicting this 8 year old kid will be a proper rockstar one day, and he will remember that he sang his first marijuana-induced-like song with his good ‘ol Auntie Mad Penguin. And then I’ll be famous and we’ll go on to make million of records about birds shitting in the pool and guess what? Your kids will be humming it and you’ll deem it improper…only to find out you KNEW the person who wrote it!

Then you’ll feel all complicated because y’all actually love me. Deep down inside. Only you don’t know it. Yet.

Alrighty, I’m off to drag Hero to bed. He’s downstairs at P’s part of the house, K.Oed on the couch. My poor guy, he’s done the hard yards driving so far away to the worksite this week on top of looking after a sick Penguin. Now he’s all exhausted. Last night he missed two rugby match, unheard of! He had the TV on to the game, but dozed off way before the game started. I tried waking him up but he only stayed up enough to mumble something like “ok baby” before promptly going back to sleep.

Tomorrow I’ll make him his favourite passionfruit cheesecake…for all the things he has done for me. That guy, you put a passionfruit cheesecake in front of him and he’ll forget his own name.

Oh, ok. Ok. I’m doing it for me to burn off all the excess cooking energy that was restrained while I was sick. I can’t deny my obsession with the kitchen anymore. Even sick I wondered and wondered what I can churn out from my kitchen when I get well again. My Note application on my phone was filled with meal plan for the whole of next week. I cannot live without creating something out of my kitchen.

However, proof that I’m doing it for Hero too: I don’t eat cheesecake. So if I’m making something that I myself won’t eat, it doesn’t count as being selfish although the cheesecake is just the means to an end. Don’t question me. I watch a lot of crime and law TV so I’ll shoot you down with my idiot-box-acquired law knowledge.

Count on it.

Ta ta and Mad Penguin will be back with healthy madness tomorrow! Dadidadidadida!!