Lizzie's diary

Wednesday 12^th June 2013

I was so excited today.  My new iPad cover arrived in the mail.  Of course I was being cheap and bought it from ebay rather than pay full price in the shop, so the wait seemed endless.  Yes my life is that sad that I’m excited about an iPad cover.  Progress on the house has been slowed down because Riley had to actually go back to work (he said he enjoyed my payments very much but apparently you cannot live on love alone) but today had been really wet so Riley had decided to work at the house.  I too was supposed to be working.  When I made the decision to go freelance I didn’t really have much to lose – I’d already quit my job.  But thankfully this was paying quite nicely.  It also meant that on days like today when Riley was working from home I got to sit back and admire his work.  Even though we’ve been together for a few months now I still have to pinch myself that he’s actually mine.  And he’s still as sexy as ever.  God, when he looks at me with those eyes I nearly melt. And don’t even get me started on his smile – I’ve been working really hard on my immunity to it still.  I’m a bit concerned that if I can’t I might be brain dead by the time I’m 33.  Sigh.

Anyway, back on track –  As Riley opened the door to our parcel post lady I will admit shock had been my first reaction.  Running down the side of her face and neck was a red liquid that looked a lot like blood. OMG! What kind of a neighbourhood did I live in that the post lady arrives nearly bleeding to death?   Riley ran to the kitchen to get a towel to help her and I ran grab my phone ready to call an ambulance when on closer inspection I realized it was her new hair colour that was running from the rain. Now her hair colour does change quite frequently but today’s colour was quite shocking.  Lets just say the town’s fire truck has some competition in the colour department.  I hope I didn’t embarrass the poor lady but when I may have asked if Google earth could see her, a very scary thing happened.  Her face turned the same colour as her hair.  Add to that her high visibility work shirt and I almost needed to put my sunglasses on.  Lets just say I think our parcels may not be getting the same quality of care as they usually do.  Then again, I’ll just ask Riley to answer the door next time without his shirt on.  That should get us back in her good books.