Can’t sleep once again 
I spent most of my evening scanning the internet for last minute sun holidays to anywhere. My face looked something like this guys as I came across expensive dive upon overpriced hole.
I stumbled back to good old Buget Travel after leaving their site in tears last week as my hopes for a holiday in 2008 were ripped apart by their lack of affordable escapes. But to my surprise they are out to please at the moment.
So I called Mr. Sleepy (this is kinda sticking now) all excited reeling off the great reviews on this place in Egypt that is cheaper than anything we’ve seen since we started looking. Now Mr. Sleepy is normally the voice of reason (when he’s awake that is), he has the money smarts, I am very sensible at the best of times but eh I have a tendency to believe I have a pot of gold in the garden where all the leprechauns live. OK so I’m down right frivolous when it comes to pretty things, shoes and anything of a treat nature like holidays. So I’m going for the hard sell with Sleepy and he says “YES”.
My Little Miss Indulgent squeals with joy as a more composed Little Miss begins to lead the oh so generous Mr. Sleepy (and might I add an extremely handsome, you-won’t-be-disappointed-when-we-get-to-Egypt-wink-wink Mr. Sleepy) through to said offer and the steps that followed. As he neared the end of step 5 he said “will I hit book?”, (Little Miss Indulgent does a back flip off Dun Laoighre pier and into the Nile) I’m diplomatic “Do you want to go?” “Yea do you?” “Hell yea”. I can hear the sweet sound of the mouse click on the other end of the telephone line.
I continued to float around the house on cloud nine for another 20 minutes or so before I remembered, I don’t have a job. My bank account is alot lighter these days. Can I really afford this?
It was clear now that not only was I away in La la land but Mr. Sleepy had flew over the cuckoos nest as well. Phone rings. It’s Mr. Sleepy. Shit. He’s woken up now too. Shit Shit SHIT. Holiday bliss has waved it’s pretty little hand and fecked off out the window. He has come to his senses.
So now we’re talking as two rational human beings who once again understand their financial standing since, well since I’ve been out of work. He was a ickle bit cross. Partly because he let himself get carried away on that balloon ride over the Nile and partly because my flighty tendencies infuriate him so much (even though he secretly loves them). Have I mentioned he is an incredibly handsome, you-won’t-be-disappointed-when-we-get-to-Egypt-wink-wink Mr. Sleepy?
I think he has forgiven me a little bit now for sweeping him away on the Budget Travel bandwagon. I’m going to try my hardest to get a job sorted before we go I promise. If I fail you have permission to call Scarlett Johansson and give her my ticket
Anyone have any jobs going? I can type pretty fast, perform Grease Is the Word alone and stand on my head…tah dah! 
