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In 60 minutes I'm going to the doctor to get my results. Yes I'm nervous. No I dont know why. Lets just leave it there.

Tonight is Bears night- Ricks coming up in the BMW and we're going to be social butterflies. Well, I'm going to be a social butterfly, Rick's going to try and keep me under control. Then tomorrow its off to Hamilton to have the BMW serviced (Sorry Mo, all the green lights are gone! not my fault this time... ) and maybe look at a new car for Rick.

And then.. I dont know. A nice quiet weekend. Waiting till nextg weekend when we get to see Mo again. In 7 more sleeps. Not that Im getting excited or nuthin.

*grin*

Public Transport of DOOM...

A bus passed me as I drove back from the doctor. Dirty, stinky diesel and rubber smoke enveloped my car until I could barely see the car in front. Luckily the light from the flames belching out of the bus' engine bay helped visibility somewhat. As the bus roared away down Symonds st, engine compartment blazing merrily, I called the Howick and Eastern Bus co.

"Hi, Ive got a complaint about bus number 138, it got soot all over my nice clean car. Because its on FIRE."

Oh yes, the tests were all negative, as I knew they would be. Hurrah! No rubber thingies with my husbears. But its still rubber thingies for everyone else, of course.