On Friday as promised, me and Andy went to visit Stacey and had a few drinks (4 bottles of wine, a few bottles of beer and half a bottle of tequila that Stacey magicked out of nowhere) .. The result? Myself, Andy and Stacey miming Whitney Houston power ballads into a pink UN-USED (we are assured it scares her too much!!) rampant rabbit that had been purchased by Stacey at the previous weeks Ann Summers party. I did manage to film both of them going for it with the dildo but I believe that on a mobile phone not so far away, I was also caught and so dont want to be spreading their videos around in case I end up on youtube!!
On Saturday, although very hung over and heaving every other second, we managed to make it to Beverley Annes (after Andy had stopped the car to ask an old couple directions in the gayest voice he could muster and minced up and down Co Op asking people silly questions like "Oooh, I love Ribena, do you?!") and after having a chin wag with the Dame, we took Beverley to my grans and then on for something to eat and a good old laugh, before leaving back to Coventry! The high point for me had to be when we were standing at the bar ordering food and I put on a very serious face and turned to Bev and said:-
"Bev, you really are going to have to do a test to find out whos the baby is..."
Not been used to this, my sister simply gawped at me for a few seconds, regained her composure and proceeded to batter me with a menu in front of the bar maid.. Muchly deserved me thinks! We still had a laugh about it though!!
Yesterday was spent relaxing up until we went to Asda to do some much needed "healthy food shopping." We got around half way around and I completely lost my rag and we left the trolley and walked out. I am going to try again in Tesco tonight. I can throw right Diva strops when I want to! When we got back, we went to Andys grans for lunch and then back to his house to listen to some sloppy music and have a cuddle wishing yet again, that the weekend would never end!
But here I am, on Monday morning.. yet again.. knowing that there are around 100 customers Im going to speak to today. Each with a chip on their shoulder and each gunning for a piece of my ass! Ah well, things could be worse. I could be the person at Asda who has to empty the trolleys that prats like me leave half full!
Me, Stacey and the love of my life... 
