All of which came after the HUGE apricot jam doughnuts and cappuccinos, and then there was home made waffles and sweet rosé wine.
Tag Archives: Children
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.
80’s Music, Immigrants & a Narcissistic Control Freak
He’s not sure he wants to though, which is fine with me, as his father is a manipulative narcissist, who controls people with emotional blackmail, intimidation and threatened violence. He treated me and my kids like shit for years. I walked aw
Pear Shaped Toast & Distant Relatives
It’s fun researching and trying to figure it out, so that’s what I’ve spent a few hours doing today, while browsing BonPrix and Torrid and other plus size online stores…
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.?
Do Not Read This, It’s Boring.!
She’ll have to be far more blatant than that if she wants him to get the hint. A breeze block to the head with ‘I WANT TO GET MARRIED’ on it might do the trick… but I doubt it.
Writing, Kids & Wedding Suits
I’d hoped to wear a cream dress I already had, but I haven’t lost enough inches around my chest to be able to get back into it, so I’m looking for something else. She
Alien Concepts, Killer Mould and Talking Bollocks.!
It also means he won’t be calling me to talk bollocks for 3 hours or more until he gets a new one, and I mean that in a loving, motherly way…
Saturday Soul Music
This is also why I hate being ill. I have no control over my sleeping self. Not that I’m a control freak in the ex-
Sleep… Glorious Sleep
Eleven and a half hours sleep seems to have done Bear’s youngest daughter the world of good. She bounced out of bed at 9.30am this morning raring to go, so Bear has taken her to her Volleyball match. Poor Bear, he didn’t sleep that well and looks as tired as I feel.
Dear Diary... 