Just when I thought I was getting used to the HK winter and it gets cold again this morning. Thank goodness for terry cloth towels.
Anyway, so I've started dating. 6 months to my 40th birthday. Interesting. Enjoying it. I feel pretty grown up, and we've actually had a few chat about heavy-going serious matters.
It's a scary but good feeling.
And I also came along this brilliant blog that a woman started, listing down the rich material that her sleep-talking husband comes up with. You can't make this up stuff up:
"I can't control the kittens. Too many whiskers! Too many whiskers!"
"Ooh! My balls are itchy. Have you got the cheese grater?"
"I haven't put on weight. Your eyes are fat."
"By the way, washing in rose water doesn't stop you smelling like a piece of shit."
Read more about Sleep Talkin' Man's mumblings here.
This past weekend, I checked out Boring Ego's blog and saw BiPolo man at the bar down the road. Random. And then I had lunch with HT and walked HT home, which was quite lovely.
Have a good week ahead. Kiss kiss.
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