Hello Girls,
Big hugs to you ladies that need them, I'm thinking of you.
My McDonalds addiction is in danger of reaching epic proportions - is it bad that when I walk in they don't even ask what I want and make me a Big Mac with no lettuce and extra sauce
My boss had a lovely John Lewis gift hamper delivered from a client of ours - "take the Champagne" she said, "I won't drink it" - no, neither will I, I thought, and I'll be buggered if I'm watching DH slurping his way through a bottle of finest champers on New Year's Eve without me, so I'll be donating it to a deserving friend .
In a display of huge domestic godliness, DH has announced that he will be doing all of the cooking over Christmas (I blame Jamie Oliver), normally I am a complete control freak (yes I have a time plan on Christmas Day), but this year, bugger it, I'm putting my feet up and going to let everyone else do the running about.
My work tops are straining at the buttons now over chesticles and stomach - I can blame the preg hormones for the chest, but at only 8 + 1 the stomach can only be the McDonalds.
Right, I've just spied a Twix with my name on it, so I'm off to see if I can break the record for eating each finger in only 2 mouthfuls!
Have a good afternoon mummy's to be