On my way home to a surprise birthday weekend organised by my husband. I have no idea what’s in store and that freaks me out a little. But, I have a loving husband who looks after me. I can trust in him, therefore there is no reason to panic. Why worry, there is nothing to worry about. Surprises are good, they are fun filled moments of complete shock mixed with a butt load of anxiety, a scream of joy all resembling some fun. It’s an interesting combo… One I am currently wrestling with. Ok, (breath) birthday weekend, bring it on!
YvetteLabecki
Quirky, in my 30's, recently married, chocoholic, cake baking, green thumb with a full tool box, knowledge of cars, country bumpkin living in the city embracing public transport while nursing inspirations to become an acknowledged writer/novelist in my spare time. Lack of the latter is my hurdle... I'm also a workaholic allergic to alcohol and any form or recreation drugs. So here is me, Vetti, facing the word 100% sober at all times with no excuses and no escape except in the world of my own imagination. Which, I can tell you consists of a constant running looney tune version of all the random things people say and do. I live and most probably will die by murphy's laws and all, as my darling husband puts it so plainly, "in your own Lunchbox".
Vetti's Lunchbox 
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