Nobody gonna slow me down, oh no.
My kids think I’m a 4... even had to negotiate.. they conceded.. so now I’m a 4.5...little fuckers.
How dare they? I bet the people under the bridge thought I was at least an 8 when I flashed the cars at twilight the other night.
Okay, it was darker than that... but v. liberating.
They also think my glam head shot looks like a Madame Tussauds... they might be right on this one... admittedly might have gone a bit too far with the Facetune app.
Debate = no comment.. which is a lie... all worked up over everyone’s social media feed... might need an RX for something much stronger here before too long.
Without further a do... so hate that line... can’t we come up with something better…sounds so constipated.
It’s the journey... not the destination? Really? It’s been a long fucking journey… we're at the six month mark...
Kids in America & How Does It Feel are going to be my karaoke songs... just putting it out there for when we re-emerge... bagging them now.
J says I laugh like Mutley, which I thought was endearing... until he prefaced it with emphysema…as soon as I stop giggling (or wheezing apparently)... going to pick a fight with someone in this family.
Such rude people.
Mrs Slocombe!!!! I have been rewatching every are you being served season!! Anyway, just a quick note to say how happy I was to see Mrs Slocombe and that you are a TEN!!!!!!! Inside and out. Children are the worst!! xo and carry on. They make me smile and think so much.