All of which came after the HUGE apricot jam doughnuts and cappuccinos, and then there was home made waffles and sweet rosé wine.
Category Archives: The Mommy
Big Boobs, Carnival & The Mommy
The problem with being shaped like an upside down pear is that you have to wear tops and blouses and dresses to fit your bust, not your body.
Pastry, Fucking Pastry & The Namer of Storms
Storm Ciara has decided to pay us a visit. Who makes up these names.? Do they get paid to.? Is there going to be a Storm Colin or a Hurricane Nigel at some point.?
Teenagers, Pizza Rolls & World Domination
Like that makes it worth the 45 minutes you just spent cleaning everywhere and negates the fact they’ve just flushed the bloody expensive anti-lime toilet cleaner you squirted in there straight down the drain. Thanks kid. Next time, you can clean the loo.
Sunday, Mommy Sunday
For the first time, in a lot of months, Bear spent the evening with me… WITHOUT his iPad or phone.!! \o/ I can’t even remember far enough back to recall how long it’s been since that’s happened.
Goulash Soup
Continuing from earlier, the visit to Bear’s Mom means I don’t have to cook. So there goes quiche. I might make it anyway, tomorrow, and keep it for lunches for Tuesday and Wednesday.
Dear Diary... 