Reluctant Hillbillie

*sniff…sniff*

Am I smelling one with chicken and barbeque sauce?

So they were still snappy with you even after they made you cry?

Maybe by Saturdays test you will be pissy about her treatment of you and give her a snap back... But really you’d think she’d know you shouldn’t treat a pregnant woman this way…hormones being what they are.

In my past work life I saw many who were in this cult without being aware of it.

They’d come to their local RSL Club on a Friday and Saturday night…partake of a few leg-openers whilst eating an array of salty munchies then go home with whoever looked good enough through the alcohol-goggles...

Maybe having had these falls will help her decision to move into this place all the more quicker.

Do you think he will?

In a lot of ways I prefer to talk to an answering machine.

Sometimes if only to say “bloody answering machine!”…

Sooo did he email you?

yer a kerazy piece...

My father-in-law brought his latest shed from the Amish, the more modern ones.

I was luckily enough to be at home when they came to install it. I’ve never seen an Amish person in real life…. A father and his son of no more than 12 got out of the truck to unhitch and set it all by themselves. My husband was marvelling at the young bloke [who must have done this countless times] anticipating all his dads moves without having to be told.

You can see our glee when after about 10 minutes later a tiny tot of about five popped up in the front seat asking to get out. My husband said to the Dad…yer helpers get smaller as they come out. He was a cutie! Dressed the same way but barefooted.

Whenever I think of that little bloke I just .

Good Stuff.

A perfect vacation for me involves some travel and then doing decorating stuff around the home.

Oh eek I don't wanna even think about Chrissy shopping yet.

Would love to along with you Granny, but alas dial-ups a right proper beatch with you-tubes.

I used to wear my maternity bras even well after the “need”. Very comfy.

*tosses the positive thoughts dust about in abundance*

*sneezes*

I love it when you post-stray. Heh.

I guess in a way yer kids are learning how not to be or who to marry when they grow up…

I love the hostile uterus…I keep picturing an egg with a whacking big baseball bat beating the sperm back.

I noticed the RedHeadedStep-Sister-in-laws cat has puked yet again on the back porch. Guess it beats its last effort of leaving a baby bunny AND a pile of puke out there. I don’t like that cat.