Jennifer and Lauren for both sending me this lovely award.
I now have to nominate 7 people x 2 crikey. Well I do visit lots of fantastic blogs, just got to have a think. Will edit and add to this post later as I am in a bit of a tizz again today LOL.
I'm so, soooooooooooo tired with my OH away and Pickles not sleeping and Kevin the teenager’s twin sis to contend with. Pickles latest party trick is sneaking up behind me and biting my bum then smacking it whilst shouting "bum bum" at the top of his voice and running off in hysterics. Ouch, it really hurts you know, kids eh! It was very funny and cute the first few times. But not so funny and cute after about the 100th time in the middle of a crowded chemists!
Still drawing away here, more Chuckles, Tarquins and non animal. Was supposed to be starting on the samples tonight but my DD is singing in another show so it will depend on what time we make it back for. She has an eye infection and I had to beg the doc for an emergency appointment this morning for her. As when she woke up she looked all gozy eyed and they were all swollen and stuck together. I had to of course do my Mothers duty and tell her it looked fine. She didn't say a single word just paused and attempted to look at me through all of the weeping puss dripping from her eyes, then she spoke.” You really are ridiculous sometimes Mother (oh no she called me Mother, that means she's sussed me out, gulp) "how on earth is it supposed to be OK when I can't even open my eyes" and with that she turned on me giving me 'the look' narkily fastened her dressing gown, folded her arms and went of in a Kevin strop. Erm "ok, I'd better phone the doctors" was my reply as I made a hasty retreat LOL.
Talking of 'that' dressing down. I really, really am starting to despise it with a real passion. But it's only a dressing gown I hear you cry. Well let me just tell you about that blasted green monster of a dressing gown shall I. It haunts me, truly it does. Everywhere I go in the house it magically appears. Like it has sprung feet and follows me around sneaking up on me and taunting me. I just wish that it would walk into the utility room occasionally of its own accord and jump into the washing machine. As I become in mortal fear of my life daring to venture into my DD's bedroom. I keep thinking something is going to jump out and attack me. The clothes on the floor have grown clothes on top of clothes with the odd crisp bag and chocolate wrapper thrown on top. "Mum" I frequently hear being bellowed from the top of the landing, she sounds like she's swallowed a 100 watt amplifier at times "I've got nothing to wear, you need to buy me some new clothes"Arggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh "Well try tidying that S hole" is my reply. Door slams and then the entire same saga is replayed almost word for word as if I had entered the Twilight Zone a few days later. Huh, kids eh!!!
Anyhoo, got to get on, rambled on for long enough. Got to get organised for tonight. Thanks as usual for visitng and please drop by again soon :)
Cheers ears :)
