Just when you thought boring old cheesecake was your fave dessert...

Along comes...

...drumroll please...

Mmm mmm, order me a boxful!

My mother

She has a real fucking knack of making me feel a million bucks.

Not.

A terror but still mighty cute

H1 was watching the Olympic high diving just now and as the two girls backed up to the end of the board, he leaned forward with real urgency and said "Be careful!"

Too sweet and really, such grown up advice from a boy not yet three.

Understatement of the Day

"He really is a terror."

(Fathership, in reference to H1.)

I'd had a whole bunch of other nouns circling 'round my head.

Tag-a-rama

I have been tagged by two peeps so far; Ellie and http://hissychick.com/ - hey hissy, I don't think I know your name!

Here are the rules ...

1. Link to the person who “tagged” you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know your entry is up.


So here goes...

1. I have a shockingly good memory. For example, I know the lyrics to pretty much every song that's been written since about the 1950's. Not just the choruses either but the versus too; each and every one of them! Fathership spins right out and laments that I should be using my powers for something more useful than karaoke - meh, what does he know?!?

2. Both of my knees have rather large and kind of "lightning" shaped scars on them. Let's just blame a misspent youth for now, shall we?

3. I was an insomniac for most of my childhood and well into my late twenties. Nobody believed me - including my parents. It took my mum's stumbling upon my books and books of writing and poetry (all timed and dated) for her to take notice of what I'd been telling her. Regrettably even she couldn't convince our family doctor that I was suffering and he refused to prescribe any medication for "someone so young". I never went back to him again.

4. I have a history of going out with wankers and arseholes. Not sure what that's all about but there you go. I tell myself they were "for practice" and that because of them, I can now really appreciate the fabulous man I chose to marry. If I'd not experienced such shitheads, maybe I'd just assume all men were great. They're not.

5. I love to cook. As a mother of two, I don't quite get the opportunity I'd like to partake in my hobby but I really do enjoy throwing things together to create deliciousness.

6. I am lazy. Doing nothing is my favourite thing to do - or not do, as it were. It doesn't happen often nowadays but yay for lying about like a sloth!

Disclaimer: I cannot tag anyone for, alas, every single chappy I know in Blogland has been tagged! Hey, I followed all the other rules!

He's a Sensitive New Age Guy...

My H1, ever the SNAG, is not afraid of housework.

This morning, upon spilling a very large noodle bowl filled with sloppy Weet Bix and milk all over my white kitchen tiles, he proceeded to mop it up for me...

...using my brand spanking new, pale green, fluffy feather duster.

It's not so fluffy anymore.