Thursday, December 6, 2012

Call and response. Mother's ruin. Party time.

By way of answering yesterday's questions on notice I provide the following responses from the Minister for Minutiae and the Daily Grind. 

1. I chose this brooch to wear.

Nana's brooch. And my yucky old sun damaged chest.

2. To cut a long story short, I basically went for a pretty thorough depelting. Not too bad. Unfortunately I also got the eyelash tint and eyebrow wax, AND I was coerced into buying PRODUCT. Gah. The expense. I can't believe how much it all cost, I am deeply ashamed. I feel soiled and vacuous and wasteful. But also smooth. Very veerryy smooth. Baby's bottom smooth. Oh yeah. You know it.
Swings and roundabouts, people, swings and roundabouts.

3. My undie situation was getting a bit dire so I decided to treat myself. Considering that:
      a) I've had most of my knickers since P was born and
      b) they are all low rise resulting in maximum muffin top visibility, the purchase came not   a moment too soon.

Behold the new high rise pants in all their glory.

Out with the old, in with the new. Does this make you feel hot under the collar? You should see my control top pantyhose!  Phew! 

When P saw me wearing a pair this morning she said "Mummy why are you wearing pants on your tummy?". They are eminently comfortable.

Mum's still here. Had this convo with her after I spoke to M on the phone at one point.

Mum - Sounds like M has had a bad day should I go down and get some booze?
Me - Yes
Mum - Gin?
Me - Yes
Mum - And tonic?
Me - Yes
Mum - Then you'll have it there for, you know...
Me - What?
Mum - For breakfast.

If only she knew how close that is to reality. I kid, I kid.

On another note, I've noticed that everyone everywhere is frocking up for glam Xmas parties but not me. P and I had a mummy and gal date at the shops and there was sparkling gorgeousness everywhere ripe for the purchasing and I've certainly got nowhere to wear it.


Blurry pic of P devouring a patty cake while I watched on, drooling onto my bib. I am many things, but a photographer is not one of them. In case you hadn't already noticed.

I've fallen off the work radar and M's party was last Friday starting at 5pm and stir crazy wives weren't invited. What a fizzer!! Pfft. No plans for New Year either. What to do, what to do. Are any of my friends reading this? Are you having a party I don't know about? Can I come too? Don't be shy. Speak up now and we can organize something pronto. I don't even know where we will be on the night, geographically speaking. I'll have a think and get back to you all.

 Smell you later dudes.

Fox in flats Darecember was boots today.  As if!  Too hot I say.  Substituted this photo of Boots the monkey from Dora the Annoyer.




12 comments:

  1. High rise underpants are the business! You'll never look back.

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    1. Yes indeed! C are you coming out of the blogging closet so to speak? How exciting! xx

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  2. Come down to Sydney ! love to party with you !

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    1. If only! The budget hardly stretches to groceries at the moment let alone a plane trip! One day!!

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  3. Dora the annonyer, you're hysterically funny, she is isn't she ?

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    1. She drives me round the twist but P loves that shizz! I limit it to protect my sanity...

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  4. How I miss the work Christmas party. Never thought I would say that but since I stopped working (well, outside the home), I miss it.

    And dora the annoyer - truer words were never spoken!

    Gin - now I'd like a french 75. If only there was a party to go to that warranted one!

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    1. Yes I've been missing the work Xmas.socialising. not that It's ever.particularly glam or anything!
      Dora is my nemesis! Thank you for your.comment
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  5. I work from home and one of the biggest pitfalls is the lonely Chrissy party. I think I might have to dance on my desk and fax my butt or something, just to remind me of the old days! Now Gin for brekkie...I have been tempted more times than I care to admit ;) x

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    1. Sonia gin isn't called mother's ruin for nothing haha! Yeah I feel s bit out of the loop to say the least. Good thinking with the butt faxing! I will get onto it stat!! Thank u for commenting

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  6. Your Mum is funny. She was joking ... wasn't she?

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    1. I know, right!? She had a good old chuckle to herself after she said it so I'm guessing she was joking! Thank you for commenting on the ole blog.

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