1983 or 2009

My bff Y's Brett!

Mrs Poo and her tales of hanging with her posse here. I think the big lesson here is shoe memories last a life time.

My bff is Courtney. More on Courtney another time. To-day a poem. Using only a small aspect of our shoe memories and inspiration from rock of love, of course.

Cute.

a poem for Courtney.

Audrey; OhMyGod! Glitter tights!

Courtney; Cute. There's pink leg warmers. Cute.

Audrey; It's like a giant tower of pink shoes!
Courtney; Yeah. Oh these ones are cute.

(Courtney is mentally packing her suitcase.
Guess? the pink one, dahh.)


Audrey; Oh they have orange ones. To match my singlet.
Courtney; Hot! Pink ones to. They are hot!
(Oh Yeah! I am wearing this pair first time on the bus!)

Audrey; You know, I like the double denim look.
Courtney; Sweet! OhHOT! Ssswweeettt.
(Brett is sooo going to pick me. These boots are Hot!)




Audrey, Lady of The Manor.

Excuse me There's Chunder in my Burp!

...Forty Eight Hour Single Life Excess...

De Vere left the manor a little over forty eight hours ago. He is taking care of business from the off shore office for three weeks.

I have been like a 4 year old under the care of a really slack baby-sitter. There has been no specified bed time. However there has been some really important T.V. shows to watch. Not to mention the long hours I have indulged myself on the net.

This has lead to two days of Chinese food and cans of cola, chips and a chocolate bar. Two or so chocolate biscuits for breakfast. Oh and Red frogs. Should I go on? No, okay I've had enough to. Well I knew I had when this afternoon I decided to have a beer, just the one you understand. Not an unusual choice just a rare one of late.

You know that first deep relaxing sigh after you knock the top off a stubbie... That burp... Mine had chunder in it. Funny that.

Audrey, Lady of The Manor.