Time is really 2:15am NZ Sunday - still up and about, amped from the oral steroids for the rather sinister asthma that has dogged my footsteps for a week - and my dancesteps for a few hours tonight. A friend has said I may become paranoid - are you staring at my blog - I sense you are - should I be worried? Please, let Mike and the Nutters Club be back on Radio Live tomorrow night!
So far this bug and the associated asthma have cost me two consultations (be warned, these are toxic to your bank balance if you can't make it to your regular doc and darken the non-PHO door closest to your sickbed), two pairs of sexy patent leather hush puppies, one shampoo and blow dry (ok may have had that anyway), a lipliner and eyeshadow compact, most of these purchased while waiting for scripts to be filled...then there's the Trade Me jewellery!
But the big news Saturday, literally, was a packet arriving that contained two red bras that I ordered from Big Girls Don't Cry (Anymore) in Brisbane, Oz - and they are stunning! If you have a small back and great big you know whatters at the front, brastogo.com.au has the biz for you! We are talking anything up to JJ here, not saying I can achieve that, but check out their website, it's great! Wore one tonight and felt like the sexiest she in the place - ok so it was a workingman's club, but hey, they just didn't know what they had amongst them did they!
Our little secret ;-)
Hei konei ra
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