Daily Archives: September 11, 2007
Nope. Dud. And failed attempts lead to system re-boot.
So now I’m eating chocolates. I’m turning into Bridget Jones.
So what did Bridget Jones do today?
She turned into Carrie Bradshaw.
Really? What did you buy? Sandals or shoes?
One of each. And an extra pair as well.
Three? Huh, that bad?
Pointy-toed with kitten heels. In case I ever want to jab them into somebody. Besides they were all on sale and I couldn’t resist.
Three on sale. RIIIGHTT.
At least I am not going Ally McBeal!
That was a nightmare, not a vision.
A dancing baby is not a nightmare.
It wasn’t dancing. It was sleeping. And so was I.
Still not a nightmare. Sleeping babies are the stuff dreams are made of.
Unless their father, the ex- is standing next to you.
Don’t worry about it. It’s just PMS.
Except in my case the P stands for ‘post’ and not ‘pre’.
A P is a P and a PAIN in every case.
🙂 Venom, good to have you back.
Poison, I missed you. 😉