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  1. Don’t worry – I’m disgusted to say I once had a chip fall out of my bra when I took it off. I didn’t even know it was there. I think there may be soldiers down there that don’t know the 2nd world war is over. I won’t tell you how it got there in the first place….. so Scummy wench you are not lady!

  2. Don't worry – I'm disgusted to say I once had a chip fall out of my bra when I took it off. I didn't even know it was there. I think there may be soldiers down there that don't know the 2nd world war is over. I won't tell you how it got there in the first place….. so Scummy wench you are not lady!

  3. This will sound horribly nitpicky, but I feel I have to mention it as it's obviously a big part of food planning at your house and thus is mentioned fairly frequently — it's spelled "gluten" (referring to wheat). "Glutton" is another thing entirely, and as gluttony is one of the Seven Deadly Sins, not a word you really want to associate with your sweet curly-headed son!

  4. I love stories like that. It reminds me of my daffy, charming, "Jerry-Lewis-clone" former sister in law. She was vaccuming and picked up a "gift" from her dachsund, deposited the tissue wrapped offense in her pocket and kept at her task. She went about her day, running errands at the Post Office, the hardware store, the grocery store….all the while trying to figure out when she had stepped in doggy poo and even asking a woman behind her at grocery check out if she also smelled a stinky. Imagine her surprise when she emptied HER pockets that evening! You have to love any woman who can laugh at herself such at this!
    And Finley is SO handsome! My, he is growing into a fine young man so quickly! Can we slow him down a titch? 🙁

  5. Oh Deary Me…you made me fall off my chair laffin……I once pulled a spaghetti strand out of my bra….those WW2 soldiers will never go hungry !!! lolol

  6. Dont worry about the toast – I once (many years ago now) found a Cadburys Roses chocolate still in the purple paper half way down my panty hose about in line with my knee – it was Christmas Eve as I recall.

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