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.
So do I
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Ewwww!
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Did you wash behind your ears?
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Damn!!
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House cleaning will do that to you.
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That’s why I tend to avoid it. Honest.
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whenever you feel like doing housework, have a klarge drink, sit down until the feeling goes
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I like the way you think, Sidey 🙂
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Enjoy! 😀
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better than picking a fight. Night night.
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Morning Morning 🙂
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🙂
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