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How do you know where your boundaries are?
I walk until I hit a wall, then I stop. It hasn’t failed me so far.
Alternative answer:
I’ll know when an enraged WP prompter takes a hatchet to my blog and I disappear from your screen, never to be heard of again.
I’ll drown my sorrows in gin. I don’t really drink but I am a mum and it is called ‘mother’s ruin’. May as well do the thing properly.
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Are you too lazy or too busy?
Depends what you want me to do…
Bonus:
Why is it so hard to find a balance?
Gin.
Do you know anyone who has a better balance than you do?
Blondin.
What do you think their secret is?
No gin.
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The Laughing Housewife 
I don’t understand a word of it.
Change to Merlot, quickly!
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To make sense of it, I direct you here.
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Gin’s good for cleaning diamonds (do you have any?) and not much else.
What a relief to come to a sane blog after what I’ve just been writing.
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Some diamonds; no gin (but don’t grass me up; my readers will never forgive me if they discover I sometimes exaggerate).
‘Sane’ is a relative term… 🙂
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Great fun ! Thanks. Enjoy your day…with or without…….. ☺.
☮ ♥ Siggi in Downeast Maine
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Thanks 🙂
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Gin makes you thin
whisky makes you frisky and
brandy makes you randy.
Guess which is my poison?
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Rum?
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From personal experience, I can add for the record that gin makes that wall feel even harder.
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lol! I thought you were a good Catholic girl?
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They’ve cottoned on… beware the ides of December, forget the ides of March. 😳
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