It's becoming a habit

I'm in the middle of a wonderful weekend of weddings. A gorgeous summery-esq wedding on the Elwood foreshore this morning, and a fiesta of love tomorrow in Queenscliff.

But before I turn in for the night, I've got a confession to make.

I call talk back radio.

It's my dirty secret.

I've done it twice in the last two weeks. I have fears of becoming Terry From Epping who calls so often he may as well host the show. And it's not good talk back radio like On The Blower. No it's 774. Yes, I can hear you all laughing. Even my mum laughed at me when she heard my voice coming out of her radio. She proceeded to call me something along the lines of a 'bloody idiot'. Kinda justified right?

I blame Facebook and Twitter for rendering me unable to have a thought, no matter how banal, without needing to share it with someone. After all, it's not a real thought if someone else doesn't hear about it.

But now I've taken it a step to far and have started calling talk back radio (and calling Jon Faine no less, I feel dirty). Meaghan, get a grip and reel yourself back in woman.



This was a selfie I took at Kellie and Mark's wedding today. I meant to show the gorgeous beach we were on in Ellwood, but just ended up with the car park pavement in the background. Can't blame a girl for trying.

* Meaghan

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