Moet, Chips and Mushy Peas

Little ditty about Jack and Diane, Two American kids growin' up in the heartland. Errr, well not really but it's a good way to start aint it. I will however, tell you a little story. A story of a little girl's road from a horrid four years in a lab to a knackered, but satistsfied submission day! OOH MAMA, I'M DADDY, LET'S ALL PLAY KABADDI!. Actually I cant' be arsed. We've been up since 7am on Sunday with only a two hour nap this afternoon.

The things I will tell: WOO Kay submitted. Yey. Woo woo woo. She worked bloody hard. We had chips and mushy peas for tea at her mum's house. We danced about and then came home. Came home to the offer of an interview for a job! How good is that! The end of a rubbish era and the start of a new one. New boss, new challenge a new thing to put her heart into. We then proceeded to bed. Instead of doing the sensible thing and just going to sleep, we cracked open the bottle of Champagne (in anticipation of this day) I bought Kay for Christmas . Drank it and wrote this post. I was gonna post a picture of the empty bottle but I can't be arsed. It looks like an empty Moet bottle, use you imagination people, that or google image search!


Here instead is the picture of the bloody thing that kept us from having any fun for about 3 months and any sleep for about 38 hours.

Alas, due to support commitments, (i.e. keeping Kay from tearing her hair out) my Sunday run was not completed. Normal service will be resumed shortly. Probably after my body stops shouting SLEEP YOU SHIT, SLEEP.

P.S. My sang-froid is currently on loan to the Antony Nolan Trust and is being studied by Scientists. Bah. Losers, GET A REAL JOB