World Spins Madly On

Ashley's journal has become a dumping ground for baby talk and father/mother/child word vomit. Fine, I know that new babies cause that reaction, especially the first born. My own father has a picture of the little boy in his study and makes sure to visit him at least once a week, always taking a new toy or contraption with him. Yes, he is weak for family and babies. And yes, he still loves his tradition-defying son.

Don't judge me. I am not big on babies. Never have been a warm, cuddly, family person. Though logically I can get infected by the happiness disease going around every now and then >> He is adorable. I'll tell you that. But I am NOT a baby person.

Me? Ugh. Having one hell of a great time planning my last minute escape-from-my-mother trip to Argentina. I need some cold weather and some desperate away-time from my family.

If you're curious about the wedding planner fiasco, I had a little encounter with her that straightened her and her intentions with my barely-there fiancé. It involved hair pulling and significant threats. I am glad to report she seems to be doing her actual job. As for my fiancé, I could've sworn it was him at that party I went to last night. Or the spirit of him trapped in that vile man's body who took it unto him to embarrass me in every possible way. He left before I could give him a piece of my mind. He did look hot though. ARGH.

And you know what, I am no longer going to go out with Ashley OR Caterina EVER! Or for a while. Because normally I end up pissed off beyond belief! >< Fate starts playing so that they are either pleased or happy and I am sucking on a lemon. Caterina actually hooked up with Eric on the Masqué because let's be serious, she would never french anyone the way she did if that wasn't Eric Delton.



Right now I am taking a much earned coffee break. After three morning meetings since 8 AM, two assholes who think that because I am a woman they don't have to respect me (guess being 20 doesn't help either) plus making sure I complete as much work as I can before I leave, I need it. I need time to unwind. Relax. Appreciate how beautiful, graceful, elegant and show-stopping I look on this fine, cloudy London day.

At this second, I am going to worry about the details to my imminent wedding and finalize the search for a place for us to live. Then I shall go to the store to select the things for the new house, send a copy of the catalog to Nathan's hands and see if he would like anything else. Then I will call Caterina for the fittings. And yell at her for going against the spirit of the Masqué.

Now. My delicious Irish Coffee awaits me with open arms.