Oh Scoot. I've been assuming up until now that you're not here because you've won the lottery and you're off in the tropics with Robert Pattinson as your personal slave.
I'm so sorry about FIL. What is the prognosis? Strokes are cruel things. Your poor dh.
And poorly again/still? Dear Lord woman, you need a very, very, very long holiday.
at looking rock n roll. Somebody at a craft fair (entire families sponsored by Boden, braying loudly about Tarquin's violin recital) told me I was 'colourful' last week with this face. I choked her to death on my patchouli-scented patchwork shawl.
Right, we need to talk. I read Twilight you know after you obsessed about it recommended it. It's utter crap Scoot. Did you have a fever when you read it? Let me precis the whole crap thing for you:
Ooh you're nice if a little cross
I'm a vampire
Oh are you?
I probably want to kill you
Oh lovely, aren't you cold
I'm 100 years old and want to bite your neck
I like your eyes
I'm a vampire you know
Can I be a vampire?
No, I'm leaving
Oh that's a shame, oh look a werewolf
Oh look I've had a half vampire baby, shall we call it a normal name or shall we invent something a la Tits and Andre?
It's interminable.
Being sued, eh? I do understand why people feel the need to blame people when things go wrong but I beg of you...
Are you staying with us?