Tuesday, April 27, 2010

My cup runneth over


I can ignore the rising tension in Bangkok. I can discount the vast majority of rumours I'm hearing and I can even overlook that the Army is constructing barbed wire at my local sky train station.  

Because my cup runneth over.

Not only did I do some boxing in the gym this morning, which I truly enjoyed (as opposed to tolerated because it’s a means to and end) and I'm still buzzing with those endorphins but I also received a parcel in the post today... and now... 

I have treasury tags.

Sigh 

10 comments:

Talli Roland said...

Oh dear. I am worried for your sanity.

JJ Beattie said...

Talli, *laughing* I am too. Is it wrong that treasury tags could make me so happy?

Helen said...

I never knew they were called trasury tags until you mentioned it :)

Helen said...

Or even treasury tags. Sorry I had one eye on the daughter playing on the slide while I typed that last one!

Debs said...

LOL. Love it. Make sure you don't use them up too quickly though.x

Queenie said...

JJ, start taking the tablets? ;-)

BEAST said...

It's OK for you guys, I'm married to her!

But I do suspect she has a lovely box to store her nice new tags in.

Karen said...

At last! Hurrah!

SpiralSkies said...

*Shakes head in despair*

JJ Beattie said...

Helen, hhmmm, I'm not sure when I learned their name but I rather like it. Do you think they originated in the treasury?

Debs, I shan't. I shall take great care and eke them out.

Queenie, right you are. I'm on it.

Bea, I can't believe you said that - both of them.

Karen, Yay. Hurrah. Who's stationery stash is complete without treasury tags?

Spiral, *grinning*