This week I have spent 3 WHOLE days packing up my life in Bunbury – ready to make the move from WA to Tassie.
I planned for it to take one day. One day!
Four visits to Bunnings, 5 visits to the Vinnies donation bin and 6 hours of sleep later, my life has fit into 13 boxes.
But that’s not the stupid part. No, this is:
Yes, somewhere between clearing out all the unworn clothes, the worn out shoes and the piles of unpaid bills I rallied up more gels, creams, ointments and syrups than any one person could ever need!
I mean why is there even this much choice?
To be honest, I can’t say I know what all of them are supposed to do or promise; I assume something along the lines of eternal youth & hair as soft as a prize-Chow Chow (seriously, Google that sh*t, you could sleep for days in one of these pooches manes!)
In my defence, I think it’s fair to say at least 73% of these were gifts; christmas, birthday, the gift bags you get free at fashion events … well, except for that Nair there: that my friends, would be a VERY OFFENSIVE gift idea for an Italian woman! Just a quick tip!
Here’s another one: for my birthday this year, maybe just buy me an entire wheel of cheese or, say, a singing mariachi band … you know, something I’m sure to enjoy! God knows I’m too lazy to slather anything on my body that you’re bound to find in the beauty aisle.