in noticing that other IPOAT Johnny husband incarnations are better than mine?

[Hullygully]

Huh.

[shamefaced]

Po

Yeah, amish, whateva! I am going to a partee! I am going to mingle and flirt and drink and perhaps even have a crafty fag!

Can you tell its been ages?

btw, did no one notice my aibu? got a weirdo trashing from some freaky folk....

No! What was it? You know you can always call upon the IPOAT for support.

LOVE Po.

Am full of fizzy wine whilst trying to protect dog from terible firework demons. House full of mad 12/13 yr old girls who want to go out on their own and meet a boy tha one of them met vaguely on a bus and is now in tears in case he leaves before she gets there. So four adults and seven children should all leave their dinner and hare off. Like that's going to happen, but bless.

twas I AIBU to be gobsmacked that ExP brought girlfriend to ds secondary school visit...

apparently I should be ever so grateful other wenches care enough about my ds to turn up and traipse around one of our choices ignoring me and ds....

Yay to Harrison Ford circa 1980. I recently sat through a film that I had watched at 16 hoping to wet my pants and blub in just the same manner because HF was in it, and clearly the Only Man for Me. It was shite [Hanover Street] and I regretted wasting 90 mins of my life.

But, still: CORRRRR.

Actually, it was 180 wasn't it, since I watched it twice.

As you were.

ROFL Len. Yes, you might have to go a bit, um, undercover...

There will be classes for those to whom it don't come natural.

You will need: homespun twill garment, long all-enveloping and in an undistinguished shad of blue-grey. Ditto headscarf. You will need a calico apron. Most importantly, you need to develop a great and abiding interest in crops and bible study.

And banish all thoughts of Harrison.

Mimi - I'll go round there and hammer them to death with my dog cart.

And have secrets in the hay barn and a need for the Witness Protection Programme.

(The last one is at the advanced level.)

I want secrets in the hay barn.

Highly inappropriate of your ex Mimi - sorry did not see thread and come to your defence. I would have told weirdy Mimi bashers to FRO.

I have two very fond memory of hay barns, one is a v hot summers day. Friends and I had bathed the horses after a long hack and were so tired from it all we layed back on the hay and spoke about when we would get married and what he would look like (innocent 14 year olds)

The other slightly less naive and I got trashed on a very high pile of hay with some friends in Devon, on a break from college, had to wait hours to see straight enough to climb down safely.

Oh how I changed in but a few years

See, Gibbon, even at 14 you were inventing bridegrooms...

hehe, yes, my active imagination has been great company over the years.

Hope you all had a fab weekend

I have just been away for the weekend doing some Emergency Baby-Sitting.(My brother and sister-in-law were booked in for a masked ball, but their usual baby-sitter cried off at short notice.)

Dear doctor - I thought the masked ball was perfectly IPOAT - but now I find the thread has gorn all Amish. Much to my perplexity.

On closer reading ... Mimi, what a git your ex sounds. How well you do without him!

Didn't see your AIBU, but would put money on your coming up trumps there too. (Errmm, how you say that en francais?)

Hope you enjoyed your party - and your ciggie ...

And how good to know how well the Chatsworth goes.

A bientot.

my lovely cousin has just had a baby girl!

She called me at 7 saying her waters had gone, and could I be on standby to look after her little boy , then another, rather strangled call at 7.20 saying get over here now, cue me and ds arriving at 7.30. Get a call at 9, from her, thinking it was a checking call to see how PFB was doing, to find out she had had a little girl 20 mins earlier!

Lordy! Ds and I managed to wangle our way past the guards to pay a visit to lovely baby niece....less than two hours old! How cool is that!

You would be amazed, princess, at the amount of people who thought I should be skipping with joy that another adult cared enough about my ds come on the school tour uninvited (well, at least by me) and that I must be jealous of her. Hm. Last time I looked, the Hungarian lovely ExP has managed to find on the internet somewhere or other has about as much knowledge of education, and secondary education in this country, as a very pretty, rather plump slug.

I know, I am a biatch.

He is an arse. But in the eyes of the Lord you are yoked together and must pray together for the Lord's understanding and guidance. Remember we are Amish now.

Perhaps a trot out in the dog cart or some light chair making?

I have my heart set on marrying Samuel Stoltzfus

He is dreamy, is he not...

He looks as if he mayhap might tinker with the smiting rod.

Is he single? Shall I mutter to the matchmaker? His beard speaks well.

My intendeds as promised by Pa