Bringing Back Metropolitanism.

Okay, I am officially stressed out because of the following reasons : 

• I will be without junk-food for 2 hours tomorrow. Just OD-ed on the entire packet of M'n'Ms that was supposed to be saved for my road trip tomorrow with Juliet to Cairns. 
  
• It's about midnight and I have yet to pack. Whatever.

Moving on, I think I would turn out to be a very bad housewife. Our household will go like this,

Husband : "Honey, would you like to clean up the house together?" 

Me : "Yes dear, just gimme 15 minutes to finish my show? *smiles sweetly* 

15 minutes, 30minutes, an hour later..

Husband : "You ready?" 

Me : "Umm, can we clean it like, later? Just gotta sort a few things out" 

Solution 1 : Proceed immediately to drag my kids (if I have any), persuade the hell outta them to help Daddy clean the house, and tempt them with packets of Starburst, Snakes and M'n'Ms. Oh, and make them work the sweets off so that hopefully, their figures remain proper. 

Solution 2 : If I have no kids, I would ring up a trust-able cleaning service to come when Husband's not around, using Husband's credit card of course. Immediately after, I'd go up to him, give him a peck and tell him not to worry! Best to leave him confused till he gets the bills. 

GENIUS! AH, AND, IF YOU THINK HOUSEKEEPERS' HOUSES ARE VERY NEAT AND TIDY, THINK AGAIN. Or you can visit me for living proof. The last thing we ever want to be doing when we get home is cleaning. You know, I think it would be a good reason for me to get a promotion. 

During my pre-promotion interview, 

Interviewer : "So why do you think you should be chosen to be promoted?"

Interviewee : "S0 that I can go home after work and actually bother to umm, clean my house?" *smile seductively* 

Interviewer : "Job's yours, Ma'am." 

I was chatting with Daryll on MSN today about weddings. But in fear of people assuming that I'm a 39-year-old lazy household mom with no job, I shall talk about that another day, perhaps tomorrow. Oh, instead, I am only turning 19 in December, in case you wanted to buy me a present, I thought I'd mention it :) 

Anyways, yays to my road trip with Juliet to Cairns tomorrow. I think some city-action will be good for me again. 4 months without MCDs, authentic shopping, going to the movies and proper clubbing is killing my sanity. I've been listening to MCDs play their advertisement about their Angus Beef burger thing, I'm dying to try it. And I can imagine my joy, when I get to ask for a Hot Fudge Sundae tomorrow. YUM!

Oh my god. I can't believe blogger won't let me put the "and" symbol. The one you get when you press F7 for windows or "apple sign" and  7 for Mac. Hah! Bloodyheckwhatonearth.

Will be awakened by Mel at some ungodly hour (8:30am) to pass me her faulty camera so I need my rest now. Oh shit no, I need to pack. As the French say in a uber cute tone, ciao ciao!