Hope everyone's getting whatever kind of kick they like best out of Hallowe'en! I'm on my own, as the Owl is off playing games (not my cup of tea) and seeing fireworks (very much my cup of tea, but not worth attending the games bit for).

I lazed around, had a looong shower and finally hauled myself out to walk into town at about 4. I always feel wretched and guilty if I don't do anything proper with my day, so I, uh, spent lots of money to cheer myself up? Something like that. I'll take a photo of my new hat later.

Now I'm about to carve a teeny tiny pumpkin. I can hold it comfortably in one hand, which is about right - if they're big, I get too horrified by the jesusit'sfuckinghairyinside before I've finished scraping them out.

Then I'll make squash and sweet potato soup (paid Big Moneys for a ready-diced packet - I suck) and chocolate ginger cake. Nom.

Owl hung our magnificent skeleton in the window before he went out; it has green LEDs that kind of flash, but not in an obnoxious blinky way, more a slow fade in and out. I hope it lures some trick-or-treaters.

Man, fuck this week.

And last week.

Probably next week.

Roll on springtime 2010!

HEY GUYS I'M PREGNANT

Which is why I stayed at home today, because there's some shit that my colleagues don't need and me spewing on my desk is in that category. Bonus - I'm able to make this post.

YAY BABIES (no seriously, yay).

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I know that some people won't want to read about this, so I'm going to make a filter - if you want to opt in, give us a shout in the comments. All the detailed bits and pieces will go there. I can't pretend it's not happening, though, so the odd reference will stray into ordinary entries. Hope that's OK.

It's a little bit sad that, despite being a grown-up married woman with a challenging job and a lovely house, nothing makes me more capable than doing laundry. At least, doing laundry earlier than 9 pm pn the evening before I run out of clean tops. In a minute, I might put on a second load. Towels and bedlinen, even!

I think I'm going to an Amazing Thailand Festival tomorrow. I was going to have a day on my own in London, but this looks more awesome still.

Got to go and buy sausages so I can make toad in the hole. And maybe stuff for spanakopita.

I did Johari and Nohari thingies a few years ago, and the answers were almost exactly what I thought they'd be (apart from one anonymous person who doesn't like me at all - still kinda curious about who that was).

I'd quite like to know if people's perceptions of me have changed since then, so I've done some new ones under the name WTDT. Have at it:

Johari

Nohari

Go anon if you want to. I'm really interested to see if people still agree with my notions of what I'm like (and quite tickled by what my own answers ended up being).

Pet peeve of the day: people who debate something for twenty-odd comments and then, as soon as they run out of counter-arguments, start boo-hooing about how the other person is going ON and ON about this and why can't they just let it GO and it's just my OPINION WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEEEAN.

(I might have moaned about this before, now I come to think about it...)

Plech. My Igigi suit is too big by a mile. Really not worth returning all the way to the States as I can only get store credit (it seemed worth the risk at the sale price). Do I hoard in case I go up another two dress sizes? Proooobably not. Keep an eye out on perfect_twenty if you're a UK 26-ish (possibly 28 - I need to break out the tape measure) and interested...

Things I am pissed off about:

- The weather. I don't do hot weather. Make it go away.
- Reading a website that I loved and found hysterically funny, only to run into a great screed about how disgusting fat people are and who would ever want to fuck a fat chick hur hur. Oh, piss off. Fat people are human beings, we're not single-handedly consuming all the world's resources, we don't spend our lives trundling back and forth to McDonalds in gas-guzzling 4x4s, we don't actually smell worse than anybody else, and plenty of people find us attractive even if you personally don't because guess what your experience is not universal you over-privileged arrogant foetid nutsack of a mangey goat. *coff*


Things that more than make up for the things I'm pissed off about:

- STILL MARRIED YEY

Well, the wedding was fab and I'm still knackered. Photos to come when I've actually got them (speaking of photos, if anybody reading happened to take any, please please send them to me that I may hoard and cackle over them). Everything went swimmingly and I had the best time and now I am a WIFE.

Wedding tomorrow so much to do hahahahaha fuck.

But it will be awesome!

Why the heck didn't I know that Liliane, Bi-Dyke had started up again? *runs to catch up*

Yay yay I have been making a playlist for the wedding. We have Barenaked Ladies, the Ramones and Joan Armatrading while the guests are rolling up, I'm walking up the aisle to the Buzzcocks, then Talking Heads (and Sharon Shannon as a backup track) for signing the register, and Led Zeppelin for Bride and Groom's Exit. I've been filling it all out on the big green form.

I'm obsessively listening to Rebel Rebel on repeat. Doo doo de doot-doo! Aaaaaaa!

The Owl is away this weekend on a stag thingo. What shall I do with myself? I need to find something to wear to the wedding of the stag in question, and my mum is coming on Sunday with the lace stole she's talentedededly making for me to wear to my wedding. What shall I do with the rest of it?

I made a cheese sauce that tasted just like when my mum used to make macaroni cheese! That never happens. Usually they're just sort of tolerable until I throw lots more cheese on top and bung them in the oven. This time I kept nicking spoonfuls out of the saucepan cause it was so tasty. I am chuffed.

(Of course, then I bunged it in the oven anyway, so Owl probably couldn't tell the difference. But I could.)

Also, a client emailed my boss to tell him I'm brilliant. I mean, she actually said "Sarah is brilliant". This more than makes up for the mad client who screams at me for no discernible reason.

Aaaaand it's nearly the end of the week!

Oh, I want Malta and the fat lady to win!

CONGRATULATIONS BERNARD AND DIVYA

In more everyday news, I had an eye test this morning. My eyes are getting better! Which means I need to spend fortunes on new glasses. OH NO NOT SHOPPING. I so want to look good in funky chunky plastic frames, but all the ones I tried on looked awful.

Then we spent the afternoon wandering round John Lewis with a magical scanner, adding things to our wedding gift list. I still feel slightly peculiar about having one, because asking for presents feels wrong. But people have been asking - and if it was someone I knew, I would want to get a present they loved. So. It was good fun, anyhow. I kept wanting to add silly things and the Owl kept having to rein me in.

I've only ever given one wedding present, and I was completely broke, so I found a really nice photo I'd taken of the two of them (well, I thought it was good) and I put it in a pretty frame. But I couldn't go to the actual wedding and ended up sending it along with a friend, so I don't know if they liked it - they never said anything to me about it. Um, and they've split up now anyway.

YERSSSS

The poor Wodge managed a smile.

I've been making scones for the first time - well, I daresay I helped Mum do it when I was small, but I don't remember. Anyway, they came out lovely and we turned them into a cream tea. I'm now finishing off my cup of tea, watching the snooker and feeling v. civilized. Although shouting FUCK OFF MURPHY spoils the effect.

I'm watching In The Night Garden on YouTube. Why does everything fart all the fucking time? The Pinky Ponk and those little wooden guys.

It's twenty to two in the morning and I'm freaking out because a) what if I look like shit in my wedding dress and b) how the heck do I walk down the aisle? I keep watching YouTube videos to see how people do it. I can't just stomp along at my usual speed. I have to be graceful. People are going to look at me. GAH.

I could do this in black jeans and a white shirt instead. It would go with my boots.