TV Germs (Photo credit: dsb nola)
This is what the inside of my throat looks like, I’m sure.
I’ve got germs. I’ve got the bug that’s been doing the rounds in this house, in this town, in this country, in other countries, in the blogosphere.
My family have had it. My friends have had it. My blogging friends and family have had it. Now I have it.
It’s your fault. I’m not talking to you.
Happy Birthday (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
174 calories in each –
I gave you six; am I a peach?
Scottish Shortbread to come after,
given with kisses, received with laughter.
You got Haribo and Buttons, too,
plus birthday cake – what’ll you do?
You really have to watch your weight
now you’re an ancient 48.
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Happy Birthday, Sweetie Pie.
PS This colour is sky blue – just for you xx
This one is from Will & Guy.
Goat Attack! (Photo credit: sissyboystud)
A young couple invited their aged Vicar for Sunday lunch. While they were in the kitchen preparing the meal, the minister asked their son what they were having.
“Goat,” the little boy replied.
“Goat?” replied the startled reverend. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yep,” said the youngster. “I definitely heard Dad say to Mum, ‘We might as well have the old goat for dinner today as any other day’.”
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.
The Laughing Housewife 
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