Thanks for the new moniker, ski. My judgeypants twitched excessively at Laurie's story, but my judgeypants story-finder seems to be tuned exclusively to teenymum random-shaggersTM... as evinced by my afternoon filled seemingly entirely by hyper-fertile chav bints and their offspring. The bus journey into town, packed with said types, set off my Crazy Lady Twitchy Eye of Judgement eye a treat then as I walked into the shopping centre, there in front of me was the annual beautiful baby competition, with what seemed like the entire city's infant population being photographed. If I was a religious type I would've looked up at the sky and shouted, 'Oh, come ON!'.
It goes without saying that not one of the parents there was a day over 25.
I won't even go into the bus journey home, save to say that one little boy had an earring
Cosmo, updiffing is never going to happen with TWO pairs of pants on, ducky. I know Daphne managed to give birth on Neighbours wearing bottle-green tights, but those were simpler times. And she was pre-BOD.
Have been crying cos have convinced myself I have no eggs left. I doubt now I'll make it to Xmas without being picked up by the police for wandering along the main road, clad only in my dressing gown, hugging that realistic baby doll I mentioned yesterday, singing 'chick-chick-chick-chick-chicken, lay a little egg for me' in floods of tears.
Please punch me repeatedly in the face, like that scene in Airplane (or was it Airplane 2?) where everyone lines up to attack the hysterical woman
Skate Have you started friending us yet on facebook? I need fresh meat for my stalking would love to befriend you on there also And I DO expect loadsa pix - don't be like extreme who was all 'oooh, I'm too ugly to post any photos'.... aaand then she did and is offensively attractive!