The BFF was clever enough to nab herself a sailor as he sailed into the port of Cape Town a few years back. She wooed him, she married him and now she follows him around the world as he sails big boats (I'm aware they are called yachts, but I'm a sucker for alliteration.) Obviously the travelling really gets in the way of any career building opportunities, so she happily took the title of a sailing WAG. Or slag as I prefer to call her. She is currently in CT and then flies to India, then Singapore, then I lost interest. She made a big hoohaa about giving up her blossoming career, but for the love of her husband, she made the sacrifice and gave it all up to follow her hubby around the world. How decent of her.
Me: What are you doing today oh Queen of the Unemployed?
BFF: I've got so much to do! I'm actually panicking.
Me: Well you've got out of bed, so you can tick that box. What else is there?
BFF: I've got to start my scrapbook and put together my wedding photos and...
Me: Stop right there. Did you say scrapbook?
BFF: Yes.
Me: Sweet lord.
BFF: I've also started a memory box.
Me: Does it have memories of what it was like to have a job and not panic about things like scrapbooking?
BFF: Shut up.
Me: So what are you going to do with your time when your First Mate finishes this race?
BFF: He will just race another one.
Me: What if he decides not to?
BFF: Don't even say it. If I have to go back to work, I'll f*cking kill myself.
Brilliant!
1 comments:
well I hope you took the opportunity to get into some of the yachtie parties that we only see when Volvo comes around.
those guys really know how to throw money around, my head still hurts
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