...it's like when you've needed it for ages and you suddenly find a pristine white toilet with a sign saying "use me"

Every couple of days, something will happen to me and I will shout, DUDE, I AM SO BLOGGING THIS. Needless to say, I've got kind of a build up of unblogged moments.

On MSN:

Me: Shit. I've lost my notebook.
Me: Shit! It has half my notes in it!
Me: SHIT! I've got diary entries in there!
Phil: *is broken*
Me: I'M HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!
Phil: Now, calm down.
Me: *has kittens*
Phil: Breathe...
Me: *reaches for the vodka*
Phil: Ok, I have to go to bed now...
Me: *finds book under pillow*
Me: YES!!!!!!!
Phil: *laughs at my stupidity*
Me: Dude, I am so blogging this.

In the pub:

Kate: Shall we go home, get smashed, put on dresses and bake a cake?
Me: Can we wear high heels?
Kate: Yes.
Me: Dude, I am so blogging this.

In the dark:

God: Fi, you're being a knob.
Me: This is true. I'm really sorry.
God: S'ok.
Me: Seriously though, I'm rubbish!
God: Nah, you're good.
Me: Really?
God: Yes.
Me: You're not just saying that?
God: No, of course not.
Me: Promise?
God: For crying out loud woman, you're forgiven, alright? Now shut the hell up and make me some pie.
Me: *awed silence*
Me: Dude, I am so blogging this.