I thought it was about time I let you in on a little family secret. Spurred on by several Cool Grape drinks *cough - the best thing ever* and an entire weekend dedicated to watching the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Scott and I officially renamed one of our guinea pigs. There was a ceremony and a wetting of heads which was largely the result of me dribbling a bit of alcohol on Ralph. Or so that's what I'll tell my lawyer if anyone misinterprets my top notch sarcasm as an admission of animal cruelty.
Okay, I don't know how we ended up here, let's backtrack. First of all, I feel like I need to justify myself for binge-watching Lord of the Rings. I don't know what I was doing. I was pissed out of my life which is three steps beyond being pissed out of your mind and so you know shit was critical. I've become at one with the Finnish drinking culture. We've grown an appreciation of one another. Plus let's face it, there really isn't much else to do anyway. Now, if you're unfamiliar with Lord of the Rings, what you're about to see won't make much sense but Scott and I came to the conclusion that Ralph's hobbit counterpart was Samwise Gamgee, Frodo's trusty sidekick. See for yourself...
Earlier this week, Scott and I babysat for friends. A bold move on our friends' part as, Asshole-Spring-Cold-Strain:1 has taken both Scott and I as its first victims. Undeterred by our ability to leave livestock and crops wilting in our wake, we were welcomed in to our friends' home with open arms. Clearly spurred on by the promise of a red wine fuelled, child-free night. Insert knowing sigh from all the parents out there - I got your back guys.
Armed with microwaveable popcorn, a packet of Strepsils and reams of tissue, we declared ourselves ready to tackle the night. Like the good hosts that they are, our friends plied us with chocolate, crisps and brownies, (which Scott demolished in a move that brought the Tellytubbies hoover and my childhood, whizzing back at frightening speed.) Wine was offered, but we politely declined. You know shit's serious when you're turning down free alcohol in favour of honey and lemon lozenges.
I've been feeling a little down in the dumps lately, mostly due to this pre-Summer cold that I've been plagued with. Colds are my thing in Finland... They come as regular as buses and take me weeks to shift. Not cool Finland, not cool.
As a little pick me up, Scott surprised me with a planned trip to Helsinki this weekend. We had arranged a day trip last week but I was settee-bound, encased in layers of blankets and snotty tissues so we missed out. Showing the world that this man truly knows me, he explained that he'd book us into a hotel, take me out for dinner and cocktails, AND... take me make up shopping where, in his words, I could buy whatever the hell I like. I stopped listening after that sentence because make up. He's undoubtedly a good egg.
So, in preparation for the weekend, I decided to create a wish list to avoid a similar, 'deer-in-the-headlights' type episode that thwarted my make up hauling the other week. (Of which you can read about here) Some of the things on this list are products that I have lusted after for quite some time, but living in the Bermuda Triangle of shopping, they are more than a little tricky to come by. Also note: there are a bazillion other brands I would include in this wish list, Charlotte Tilbury, Nars, Urban Decay to name but a few, but I've stuck to what I can, (knowingly) get my hands on in Helsinki.
This is just a little, FYI post to let you know that I updated my comment system to Disqus and as a result, lost all of your lovely comments on my blog posts. I was lured in to a false sense of security as there was an option to import contacts, which I found out didn't apply to Blogger after installation. Technology's biggest moron right here. Do people even still use the word moron?
If you have left a comment in the past, especially if I hadn't had chance to reply yet, I apologise massively. I do appreciate each and every one of them and try to reply to everyone that leaves their thoughts and opinions around these parts. I'm hoping that Disqus and I can form a lifelong bond; despite us getting off to a shaky start. (Arsehole)