With only one week to go before the threat of the Summer Hellidays became a grave, grave reality, Mummy decided she'd better start busying herself with all the things she'd been putting off since September. She started by digging a grave for herself (or indeed for the purpose of temporary "time out" for any Terror… Continue reading Yr 6 Graduation: Epic Mum Fail No.11,367
Mummy simply doesn't have the time to be creating a Master Plan for The New Year.
If ever a woman utters the word "fine," you can be sure of one thing: SHE IS NOT FINE. IT IS NOT FINE. NOTHING IS EVER FINE.
Mummy has indeed enrolled on a variety of courses over the years, only for extraneous things such as babies and life to get in the way. So what was so significant about this time?
Mummy is racking her brains as to What Every Man wants. It is indeed a good question. One that is usually EXTREMELY simple to answer.
How can we become who we so desperately want to be, at the expense of nobody and nothing else?
Perhaps you are lying next to a cold, frigid Mombie in bed. Or perhaps you yourself are a Mombie who hasn't woken up yet from the nightmare.
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Uniform adj remaining the same in all cases and at all times; unchanging in form or character. Uniformity noun quality or state of being uniform. Mummy has decided that in her old age, she rather likes Uniformity. For example, when organising the household and tending to the Terrors, Mummy prefers everything to be Uniform in nature. When loading the… Continue reading Uniformity
You know you're getting on when you receive an invitation to attend your High School Reunion. But this wasn't just any old invitation. It wasn't simply for a quick catch up and some snapchat selfies over coffee. This was for the Mother of all Reunions: The 20 Year Biggie. A chance to reconnect, reminisce and… Continue reading High School Reunion