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gaelic_angel and I are going to Vancouver for a couple of weeks on holiday. In the past week or so, the cost of flights and hotel has dropped by £20 (about $40CAD). For every couple of weeks we hold off, we could buy an extra night in Canada.
We weren't even planning on buying until the end of April!
I really can't wait. I filled out my passport application, yesterday, while spring cleaning my bedroom. It'll be my first one in... well. Ever. I was always on my mother's passport or a temporary one before (you used to be able to get annual travel pass things for Europe).
I was disappointed that He Who I'm Not Planning on Naming wasn't in, today. I had a hospital appointment in the morning - only for the consultant to tell me that I have probably been right all along and that it's unlikely I have asthma after all (eee! Maybe I can join the military after all!) - and I got into work looking, by my standards, pretty cute. My skin looked all pale (it's olive) and my cheeks all rosy, my eyes shiny, lips glossy and full and my hair perfectly tidy-messy. Hot. For a change, I actually looked hot, and the git didn't even have the decency to be in.
I didn't sulk, but I wanted to. Tomorrow, I'm bound to look ridiculous. Meh.
gaelic_angel and I are going to Vancouver for a couple of weeks on holiday. In the past week or so, the cost of flights and hotel has dropped by £20 (about $40CAD). For every couple of weeks we hold off, we could buy an extra night in Canada. We weren't even planning on buying until the end of April!
I really can't wait. I filled out my passport application, yesterday, while spring cleaning my bedroom. It'll be my first one in... well. Ever. I was always on my mother's passport or a temporary one before (you used to be able to get annual travel pass things for Europe).
I was disappointed that He Who I'm Not Planning on Naming wasn't in, today. I had a hospital appointment in the morning - only for the consultant to tell me that I have probably been right all along and that it's unlikely I have asthma after all (eee! Maybe I can join the military after all!) - and I got into work looking, by my standards, pretty cute. My skin looked all pale (it's olive) and my cheeks all rosy, my eyes shiny, lips glossy and full and my hair perfectly tidy-messy. Hot. For a change, I actually looked hot, and the git didn't even have the decency to be in.
I didn't sulk, but I wanted to. Tomorrow, I'm bound to look ridiculous. Meh.