We set sail for a spot of geocaching today and Mark had 18 of the lil blighters marked out.
Now, don't get me wrong I lubs a good walk and a good find but 18 was like doing a round of golf without the 19th hole (the clubhouse). We found only 10 (me thinks mugglers are on the loose) and then it was back home to put me size 4's on the couch with a well earned bottle of water.These past 2 weeks I have refrained from drinking tea and coffee and let me tell you this right now.
I feels a million dollars from not drinking the damned stuff.
Mark and I have been drinking apple juice mixed with peach flavoured water (and you know, it counts as one of your 5 a day!). So the ladders to heaven have been clearly reserved for my heavenly intake and my body is devoid of nasty caffeine. I guess having cocktail sticks to keep my eyes open (as the alternative) is a little more painful than marathon sessions of black coffee guzzling but seeing the effects of wrinkle reduction from stretching my peepers to the limit - its a regime L'oreal and Garnier will pay me millions for. Joan Rivers will be gagging on her plazzo surgeons bill with my new found face lifting.
Here is a wintry overlay I made whilst my retina's bled from not blinking earlier today. She is called Avalancheand you can get her here