It seems dear readers I have lost my Blo-Jo. <-- How rude does that sound?
What I’m trying to say is, I have lost my blogging brain.
I have nothing to say.
I’m lacking excitement in my life.
Well, There was the excitement of ironing, cooking, cleaning and arranging my linen cupboard and pantry.
There is also the excitement of staying up late and waking up mega early to watch the world cup.
Over night we have become soccer experts.
I’ve also got a crush on Ronaldo.
But this makes me think perhaps he’s out of my league.
Or I’m the wrong sex.
I could blog about the fact that I am 25 and I found my very first grey hair.
However I feel that is too traumatic to discuss here.
I’ve also bleached the living daylights out of it to blonde goodness.
Take that rude grey hair.
I could tell you about the War I have declared on Moo.
He loves bath time.
He has been known to take himself off the the bathroom and sit and wait for us to get the hint.
What he doesn’t love is having his nails clipped.
As soon as he spots the clippers in my hand he runs.
Or sits on Lex hoping that his dad will save him.
Lex is on Moos side.
He wants him to love him more.
So now, I’m trying to clip them when he’s asleep.
So far I’ve done two nails.
Not two paws.
He may win the battle, but he won’t win the war.
I could also tell you that a copy of my marriage certificate was sent to me…
and now I’m in a sweat because it has the wrong name on it.
Because you know, I’ve gone 25 years thinking that I was someone else…
And now we are thinking
that it’s not valid.
Which means I’m a free agent.
This does mean I am totally available for Johnny Depp now.
Don’t we make a beautiful couple.
This is what our wedding will be like.
I’ve also just realised that I will have to take this photo down…
They could use this as evidence when the stalking restraining order is put out against me.