Too old and too young

Am still feeling a bit unsettled following the other day. REALLY needing to touch base at home very soon. Trying to think of million-dollar ideas but so far have only come up with

1. Get job at Showgirls
2. Rob bank
3. Sell offspring

Not exactly an overly inspiring list thus far......

And anyway, in the travel agents the other day ( just enquiring in case tickets home had dramatically been reduced to $50) i was informed that i am now too old, at 26, to receive Young Persons Discount. Thanks for that, 17 year-old blonde travel agent, cheer me up, why don't you?

AND. Today, in a desperate need for wine and despite my having sworn on Monday that i wasn't going to drink any more for a while, the kids and i took a trip to the supermarket in the car ( yes, slapped hand) It is in fact law to drink alcohol come 4pm on a friday afternoon in New Zealand, and i didn't want to be left out. And besides, the kids are driving me a little bit crazy, and i still have to put away all the 56 loads of washing from camping; i NEED some medicinal wine.

Anyway, parked car outside Foodtown, ran in, grabbed cheapest bottle of Sav Blanc i could find, and took it to the till.

"Do you have any ID for that?" (at which point i snort rather unattractively and say...)
" But i'm 26" (at which till girl raises eyebrows in disbelief)
"Well i'll need to see some ID....you don't LOOK 26" ( i get all feeble and whiny at this point)
" But i've got 3 kids and i'm married"
"I'll still need to see some ID no matter how many kids you have"

I huff off in a strop and get my English driving licence and huffily produce it , but then she has to check that it's valid ID because it's not NZ ID. All that for a $7 bottle of wine. I was v cross at the time at all the palava; i honestly thought i'd gotten past the point where i need to feel nervous buying alcohol. But now i have my wine i feel great that she didn't think i was old enough to buy alcohol. I look 17!!! I mean, clearly i don't and i'm glad i didn't resort to showing her the lines round my eyes as proof of age.

He he he! And wooo, it's the weekend! This is the point where i cease caring about housework. I truly do hate housework. Hate it, i tell you. I want a maid. And a big nice house. And broadband so it doesn't take half an hour to do my blog. And i want to go to university. And to see all my family, especially Dave who i haven't seen in yonks and i miss very much. And some French Fancies.

If only my list of Ways To Make A Million were as long as The Thing I Want list, then i could do all the things on the Things I Want To Do list. But hey, i still look 17 so for now, everything's fine :)

Oh, and the tooth fairy left $2 much to my horror as that was all the change he had. If it's $2 for a little tooth, what's it got to be for a big tooth? And what happens when they all start losing teeth?! It was very fun though and as an added extra i sprinkled some glitter all over the pillow as fairy dust - it was so funny listening to all the squeals in the morning! xx