House washed; dogs washed; me washed. Hub’s gone to fetch the visitors from the station. I have ten minutes to spare and this prompt just arrived:
Pick something you don’t like, and choose to accept it.
I pick my nose.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Sorry, I’m high on cleaning fluids.
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
Life is a story
SHOW ME THE WORLD!!
the life of animals
Let's Get Digital
So do I
Ewwww!
Did you wash behind your ears?
Damn!!
House cleaning will do that to you.
That’s why I tend to avoid it. Honest.
whenever you feel like doing housework, have a klarge drink, sit down until the feeling goes
I like the way you think, Sidey
Enjoy!
better than picking a fight. Night night.
Morning Morning