So Im Going To A Wedding Right

No not mine for a change. Ive learnt my lesson there. I think. OH ok, I could do it again. Panic Gaanz, full panic allowed. NO Im kidding. Im not getting married again. NO one has asked me. YET. Yet Jayne. You can panic too now, cos when I do get married again you will be wearing a waterweave taffeta dress with a sweetheart neckline and puffy sleeves in the most beautiful shade of peach I can find. Suck it up girl, you will look absolutely beautiful in it, and the whole time you are wearing it you will be saying...why am I even friends with her?

No, a wedding I am going to, and this time, Im just a guest. Which means Im not wearing a hideous dress at all, but will be wearing something gorgeous, to compliment my gorgeous self. And in order to compliment my gorgeous self, Im going to take a gorgeous date. And heres where the circle starts. To take a gorgeous date, I need to be gorgeous enough to entice one. And so, ......the ass has to go. Sigh. We've been friends for so long, me and my foine ass. And now its time to shed a lil of the baggage from that particular relationship. Ive hit the boxing bag again. Just started with a lil speedball work, which is not exactly ass work, but its a start. My shoulders are killing me, Ive peeled the skin off my soft knuckles, but I'll be back on that bag again today. Four days in a row, got to be some kind of record. Combine this with my forty days of no wine, and I could be super gorgeous in, well, forty days I guess.

I must admit though, soemwhere in the middle of that forty days IM having a birthday. So I already clarified with myself that while IM off the wine, champagne is still allowed, as long as its from France. Cos otherwise its just a sparkling wine, and wine is out. So people, please feel free to send bottles of bolli.......see how I worked that out so nicely for myself??

Thought for this instant....I love champagne and champagne loves me, facebook group, might join it. OH, been there, done that.