There I am, in all my windblown, chubby faced glory, preparing to say the oath. Second from the left. Just in case the 6-and-a-half-months-pregnant-with-twins belly didn't give it away.
With just 31 words, 19 of us became Australians today.
Getting my citizenship certificate from the mayor, who thought it was just about the most awesome thing ever that he got a three-in-one deal with moi plus the oz bebbehs.
I know I look kind of dippy...I SWEAR I was happy, but just SO tired. I'm telling you, if these kids don't start letting me get some sleep at night, they'll be grounded from the day they're born. Oh, and do you like my plant? They give you a native tree - or, in my case, shrub - that you're supposed to put in your garden...hopefully my legendary black thumb won't kill it off.
Poor Ben. He no longer has an exotic international wife. Again, I SWEAR I was happy!
Proof that, from this day forward, I forever reserve the right to agree enthusiastically with everything on this list.
And so, this is the end of the Lisa the Australian saga. Or is it the beginning? Time to go throw some snags on the barbie and celebrate!