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OMG, Martha's boobies! OMG, Martha's shoes! Lose my pashmina, you die, goddaughterhood is only worth so much.
Her date looks ridiculously uncomfortable in a tux, but even more uncomfortable at me sewing a button on his trousers. While he was wearing them. That's a bit closer to my sister's boyfriend's crotch than I want to get. Saying that while sewing may have made him more uncomfortable. Hee hee hee.
Borrowing AA batteries from me might not be something you want to do if you don't see me open the pack in front of you. Just sayin' you probably don't wanna know what I took them out of.
Decent caterers provide allergy information. The one we used didn't. I have accidentally ingested egg, tomorrow's going to be unpleasant.
Can we please not start panicking about piggie flu? Here, wanna have some basic immunology lessons? You brought it up, prepare for EDUCATION.
And now I'm being a lactivist. Well, if you do insist on being wrong around someone with knowledge...
Ah. So not tomorrow being unpleasant then. *clutches belly*
I'm still gonna eat the cake.
Urg. Headache of doom. Cake was gooood though. Bloody well want to be at nearly 50 quid. Yeah, the baker in the house is not impressed.
Sleepy Sarah. It's only half 9. How long are people planning on staying, I wonder.
Bouncy castle got deflated :( I wanted to sleep in it. Though possibly not after many sticky children had been bouncing on it for hours. In the end it started to froth at the seams, quite worrying.
Half 10, people have gone, there's still an unopened bottle of gin and Jameson. Win!
I've got about a kilo of quartered tomatoes, probably the same of sliced onions and a giant bowl of lettuce to use up. I'm thinking "soup."
Attempted to make soup. "But we want supper" I now have nowhere near as many leftovers.
Martha has no key. I've promised not to turn off phone on the condition that she rings me instead of expecting me to respond to a text. Sound sleeper, me. (Very soundsome, too.)
I make some damn fine mead sometimes, am quite glad that those who tasted it didn't agree though, for I am also greedy.
OMG, Martha's boobies! OMG, Martha's shoes! Lose my pashmina, you die, goddaughterhood is only worth so much.
Her date looks ridiculously uncomfortable in a tux, but even more uncomfortable at me sewing a button on his trousers. While he was wearing them. That's a bit closer to my sister's boyfriend's crotch than I want to get. Saying that while sewing may have made him more uncomfortable. Hee hee hee.
Borrowing AA batteries from me might not be something you want to do if you don't see me open the pack in front of you. Just sayin' you probably don't wanna know what I took them out of.
Decent caterers provide allergy information. The one we used didn't. I have accidentally ingested egg, tomorrow's going to be unpleasant.
Can we please not start panicking about piggie flu? Here, wanna have some basic immunology lessons? You brought it up, prepare for EDUCATION.
And now I'm being a lactivist. Well, if you do insist on being wrong around someone with knowledge...
Ah. So not tomorrow being unpleasant then. *clutches belly*
I'm still gonna eat the cake.
Urg. Headache of doom. Cake was gooood though. Bloody well want to be at nearly 50 quid. Yeah, the baker in the house is not impressed.
Sleepy Sarah. It's only half 9. How long are people planning on staying, I wonder.
Bouncy castle got deflated :( I wanted to sleep in it. Though possibly not after many sticky children had been bouncing on it for hours. In the end it started to froth at the seams, quite worrying.
Half 10, people have gone, there's still an unopened bottle of gin and Jameson. Win!
I've got about a kilo of quartered tomatoes, probably the same of sliced onions and a giant bowl of lettuce to use up. I'm thinking "soup."
Attempted to make soup. "But we want supper" I now have nowhere near as many leftovers.
Martha has no key. I've promised not to turn off phone on the condition that she rings me instead of expecting me to respond to a text. Sound sleeper, me. (Very soundsome, too.)
I make some damn fine mead sometimes, am quite glad that those who tasted it didn't agree though, for I am also greedy.
