So, this morning I was taken by train to Tokyo for a breakfast of cherry coke and smoked salmon and cream cheese on toasted bagels. There I was presented with a beautiful moon necklace that the everso sexy and wonderful Jellicle had made with his own fair hands.
In a little while I shall be heading to FJ and Lexy’s for Sunday Dinner. Yeah, this is a damn good way to enter my late twenties. Now how about that book I’m supposed to have written?
Edit: This is of course after I’ve opened the mysterious bag of presents that appeared outside my front door…it says something that I said ‘oh these must be from Rat’ only on the grounds that Mother-In-Law had told me I’d get hers at my party. Have those two ever met? They really should…