:)Since I can't upload pictures, my update will just be plain wordy and boring. A jetlagged weekend, food, laughter, 'snow', being molested by kids, more food, kiddy rides, funpokes, family fun, icecream, those 2 annoying brothers, those 2 screaming kids, those 2 parents, the other 2 parents. Boring it may seem, but it definitely tops being at work. Or ANYWHERE else, for that matter.
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These next few days are meant to be more exciting. you see, Ajeeb is getting engaged on Saturday. And since he is the 1st one amongst us Rahmans.... it is a BIG thing. For him, and for the parents, since it would be their first time hosting such an event. The house is supposedly to be transformed to host some maybe 40 or 50 people in total and an array of food items (none of it cooked by me, of course, i just help taste them). Presents are to be nicely wrapped to be given to the girl. The girl will of course be dressed ever so daintily in the cultural costume of her choice on the day itself. And since our parents are hosting at home and will therefore not be available, I am having to go over to the girl's house to present....... the engagement RING. (yes, talk about rubbing salt into the wound. this is worse. this is rubbing salt and PEPPER into that wound lah Mummy - making the SINGLE elder sister present the engagement!!! ja stresses now.)
but before I stress myself out at having to do that, a thousand things will make me busy. Like that facial I'm making Ajeeb go to tomorrow so that he would look much more presentable in pictures on his day. It would be fun to hear an adult 25year-old male holler and cry for help in the facial room whilst they squeeze every available blackhead out of his smug face. looking forward to that, i SO am. Or making the doorgifts for our guests which me and Raze would have a blast at. Or making the house actually look like one, not the normal sweaty-soccerfield-smelling dump it usually is. Oh, this one Mummy and Mama can do, I won't risk finding yet ANOTHER soiled soccer sock, or ballguard or stepping and pricking my foot on some dumb small gadget whilst cleaning the house, no thank you.