Bonsoir!
I sodding buggering bastarding well forgot to wish Glenda luck yesterday for her first day. Fucking bitch that I am. So she gets first dibs! Hope it was good glenda!
Tuesday's chat starting with baby proofing. Various suggestions were made but VQ channelled her inner leather wearing skin head and suggested we all just throw the little buggers in jail. Jail might be a good place for PR to hide actually given her day. A shite chat with the boss followed by a shite, puke, dead mouse incident left her understandably worse for wear. She stiffened her bottom lip and plodded on, however. Little did she know that she stuffed a paracetamol up the dog's arse, threw LO out for the night and wormed DD1. She also raised concern about her assertion that cat puke is 'chocolate for dogs'. Just what was in that birthday cake?
eliza returned to our collective bosom much to the delight of all.
Little O have chasing a taste of things to come by proper giggles and squealing. While poor baby tits has croup and baby stunt maybe has an infection.
Get the Milton tablets out because sophia is getting sterlised!!
Mr detective was obviously out to impress his layde by wanting just 30 minutes down time today. As it is date night, he obviously had some personal grooming to attend to. Will we be waving detective off to the December 2013 group soon?
PP had more fun than you can shake a stick at interviewing for a child care post. Is playing with play doh work? Good luck from the quiche!
And finally. Someone is giving Mm a hard time. detective has been given a piece of clothing for chasing the scent while the rest of a stand behind looking menacing.