It's not even as if I can say it's only the men in the house. Mabel the cat is a girl (well an old lady actually), she is sitting behind me on the sofa emitting her own special brand of recycled cat food air. It's utterly hideous. God this house is DISGUSTING! (see here)
I want to move if only to have somewhere to escape to.
The toddler has taken to 'read it self' her bedtime stories (clearly she can't read yet, she's not that smart, but she talks about the pictures). Good in one respect; I don't have to read Mog's Christmas 55,000 times, but bad in that it takes an awfully long time and she wants to keep on going long after it's lost its cute appeal.
Him indoors and I had a very grown up and 'first dateish' drink in the pub earlier, despite my slight obsession with my new iphone, before coming home to put the girls to bed. Got to be done every now and then, especially when you've slated them for farting on your blog.....
Happy weekends x
ps: last of the farting blogs. Promise. It's very unlike me.
ahhh, thanks for the link (is it Holly?). My littlies like to describe the shopping to the cashier too. Today they told her 'those are mummy's nappies' - yep panty liners! err thanks girls. Mich x
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