Michelle, my heart is going out to you. Come on Issie
T, would I be that Irish fugee. If so .........
that's the first time I've been called a fugee
The last time T called here, she had Hamish (aka El Rattus) with her. T wasn't even in the front door today and Andy, my son 3.5 yrs awww bless, accosted her with "Where's your doggie?". You better bring him next time
Ah DIVORCE. What a lovely lovely lovely word. I got my divorce a few weeks ago on a Friday morning. And got engaged that afternoon. Obviously not to the same man. I ain't that mad
And for those of you who want to do to your OH's this will make you sick.
All week I have been the bitchiest wagon due to the impending visit of Auntie Flow (I'm assuming you have now all coped on to who she is ). My poor OH, or should I say my Fiancee lol, was keeping a very wide berth the whole time. So on Friday evening, I was finally feeling better. When he came home from work, I greeted him with a HUGE apology and a glass of wine as a peace offering. He just hugged me and told me how much he loved me
Now I think that's enough wine waffle at 2am. So night night all