I am so full, i think i might explode

I was going to do the traditional turkey dinner, like i do every year, for the girls yesterday. I didn't end up doing that though. They had made a special request for their Christmas dinner this year...they wanted my world famous (in my home) chicken enchiladas.

I was OK with that. It was definitely the cheaper option! Turkeys are expensive as...

They did not feel like a big dinner by the time they got to my place yesterday, so we ate lollies, and skipped dinner all together last night.

This afternoon, i made the hugest dish of my enchiladas, a beautiful salad, and bought fresh bread for our belated, Christmas dinner. For some reason, the enchiladas that i made tonight were even more delicious than usual. I think they just might have been my best effort at making them to date. I think that might have something to do with the fact that i discovered "Tamed" jalapenos and bought those instead of the normal set your mouth on fire ones. It was nice and spicy, without needing to have a bucket of water at your feet, in case your tongue catches fire.

I ate way too much. I feel so full that i might explode right now. I have rolled myself into bed, for an early night, because we are going to the beach tomorrow...and i am not going to move until i feel like i will be able to walk without the risk of my inner thighs rubbing together. haha

Gotta have that gap! I feel FAT.

I have had a lovely, awesome day though. Worked in my garden this afternoon. Took Nixon for a big walk, and the girls came with me.

The infamous soft one stopped by to visit me, which was so nice. It's always nice to see him. He was looking exceptionally tan and spunky today. He sat on my garden bench and visited with Jorgia and I while we watered our plants. I love getting to catch up with people that i don't see very often.

I have managed to avoid getting dragged into an hour long conversation, that i usually get sucked into every single time i walk past Penny, the neighbour lady's place. I swear to God, i cannot leave my place without having to plan on talking to her for an hour before i reach my car. She sits in her unit, at a table, looking out the window, watching for me to walk past 24 hours a day.

She is a lovely lady...but she talks way too much and rarely listens. I have heard every story she has to tell a hundred times now...and sometimes i just want to leave my place and take Nixon for a walk, or get in my car and go out...without having to talk to her for an hour.

She is very nosey. She comments on every single person that visits me. She came over yesterday to tell me what colour Secret Squirrel's car was and that he turned into our driveway then backed out and drove away, and that he was on the phone when he walked past her place.

LIKE I CARE!

She commented on another friend's nice shirt and flash car earlier in the week...

Like i don't already know what a friend that has just been over for lunch was wearing, or what kind of car he drives.

I have started making the girls take the rubbish out for me, so that it does not take me an hour. This morning, i took Nixon out for wees...and to water my garden at like 6am...and i must have made a slight noise, and she heard me and came outside in her nightie and bailed me up for an hour. I look up at my windows, every time she does this...to see Nicole and Jorgia laughing so hard, that she has caught me again, and i am having to  listen to her.

Ugh...it's nice having friendly neighbours...but ummm...yeah...someone needs to invent a pill so that i can make myself invisible when i am in a hurry or don't feel like hearing her voice.

She is starting to drive me bonkers...worse than i already am.

I'm tired now. It's documentary time for me.

Goodnight. x

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