As you can see, my methods of procrastination have no limits.... I cannot tell a lie, I have spent the majority of today on a faffing expedition of mammoth proportions.
Hence yet another new blog design.
But the other one was taking so long to load that even I was bored waiting.
So faffcrastination was the order of the day, of course, when I wasn't working out the UK/USA time difference and fretting over The Girl's blog from New York where she tells the world and her mother that she nearly drowned yesterday... I KNOW!
AND... And....
the Husband returns from a 'quick job' (that's carpentry, not any other kind of 'job... well, none that I'm aware of... see... extreme digression... aka faffing...) with stitches on a split upper lip...
I KNOW!
I mean, don't bother letting me know you're in A&E darling; no, no I'm quite happy lying here in bed reading my book and scoffing Philly-covered bagels whilst you're having your bloody top lip stitched.
Talk about stiff uppers...!
Talk about weepy!
Actually, let's not.
It's just a good job I'm on some medication that's all I can say.
5 comments:
Wow! Sounds like it's been quite a week! But you're daughters OK, right? And your husband too? Cripes.
Oh my god, Debs! I must say, when I read the drowning bit I worried about you. I didn't even know about the stitches. Jeez.
ah, it's all good material, girls, right?! (keeps taking tablets) x
What happened? That's why they call the tablets 'mother's little helpers'!
Husband was ripping out a doorframe rather too 'quickly' and it hit him square across one side of his face. This morning he looks like he's gone a few rounds with a Botox needle and my sewing kit... and won, it has to be said. He's gonna look even more gorgeous when it scars!
And Alice was clearly exaggerating about her death by US seas experience. Either that or she had a doppelgänger ambling across the Brooklyn Bridge in some recently uploaded US pics!
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