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...
Sigh
10 comments:
Oh dear. I am worried for your sanity.
Talli, *laughing* I am too. Is it wrong that treasury tags could make me so happy?
I never knew they were called trasury tags until you mentioned it :)
Or even treasury tags. Sorry I had one eye on the daughter playing on the slide while I typed that last one!
LOL. Love it. Make sure you don't use them up too quickly though.x
JJ, start taking the tablets? ;-)
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.
At last! Hurrah!
*Shakes head in despair*
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*
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