Woah! Roscoe

Colour?! How did this happen?!

I just thought it’d add to the drama to be honest. I didn’t think I had the skills to pull it off. But eeehehehe I had fun doing it and think it didn’t turn out too bad. Perhaps every now and again, when I’m feeling that way inclined, there could be a spot of colour popping up on this here webpage. Just maybe.

So that’s it, one long weekend down, one long weekend to go. What did that long weekend bring?

The most delicious indulgent amazingly sweet and sensual home grown passionfruit. The first ripe offspring of Peter and Penelope Passionfruit and my what beautiful children they have made. I cannot wait to taste the rest of the fruits of their labour! And I may very well have to combine them with another result from to pre 21 to-do list…home made meringues. Oh I love my kitchen and all the wonderful foods it contains.

But getting serious now. Six days to go, til the big 2-1 strikes. Six days until my list must be completely completed. The hardest two things, it seems, are writing a childrens story and learning five foreign phrases (Este hombre pagara por todo!).

But I can do it…I can do anything. Right?

There’s a certain amount of fear welling up, going into this 21st of mine. Will the night run smoothly? Will the speeches be amusing and not thoroughly mean and embarrassing? Will there be enough foods and people and niceness? Will my photo boards not fall apart? Will these different portions of my social life collide and intermingle successfully? Argh, so many thoughts. Can’t wait for it to be over! Then what will I do, with no to-do list and no party to plan and no sudden “coming-of-age” to panic over?

I really don’t know.