The language! Call yourself 'ladies.' I don't think I've ever seen such swearing in the comments section of a blog. It was pretty funny to see comment after comment chock full of swear words (curse word for you people using N. Am. English). I was in the pub (wasting no time in the healing process, get back in the alcoholic saddle again as soon as the clock struck 5) doing an incredibly difficult (ergo boring) pub quiz when I checked my blog for comments. The first two had such filthy language I had to read them out to my husband. His comment was 'I'm glad I didn't tell my mother to read your blog.' It was excellent and really cheered me up.
We didn't win the quiz. Sample question: If you drank red wine all night, what colour would your faeces be the next day? We wrote black. The answer was green. I dispute this.
After that we went to the noraebang for two hours, which is a private karaoke room. Usually it's the kind of place you go with groups of people (like for birthdays or work parties) but my husband and I both love singing so we occasionally go on our own and just sing whatever we want without having to share the microphone with other people. Last night we ended up specialising in 80s songs including Duran Duran: Hungry Like the Wolf which is such an awesome song. I love Duran Duran.
Thanks to you guys, and a night out with dh I feel better. No decisions made as yet, but I'm meeting up with a fellow IF blogger later today to talk things through a bit. I needed to talk to someone who's been through it. Plus I get to meet her new baby for which I can't wait. (Babies don't bother me, pregnancies do!)
Many thanks again you foul-mouthed ladies!