To Those in the Know
I found old pictures of Mumsie!! Who is probably going to kick me for using the word 'old'...
I love you, Mums!
Wee Mumsie!! Awwww, she's so cute!
She's the one on the ground pouting. My Uncle Mike is beside her. He was the only one out of them who stuck by her after Bernard left.
I circled her. You can't see, but she has fantastic pins.
Looking fierce!
Wow, Mums.
With a doggy!
All I got when I asked for an explanation to this one is 'that's a story for another time'. OKay then!
Here she is, fascinating oldies...
She informs me that this is her father, whom she was obviously still speaking to here.
Everyone take a second to exclaim over how COMPLETELY ADORABLE my brother Joe is here!!
Having a giggle!
And here she is a few years ago when my wonderful siblings bought her a well deserved trip to Greece. You're amazing, Mums.
Speaking of amazing, here's my little boy!! Hiding from the sun, apparently!
He's getting so big!! I weep like a girly man.
This is my husband. On a German magazine. With an Australian guitar, apparently. Seriously. I have sex with him. Look at him shine! Look at him shine! *squeal*
Sometimes I have sex with this mook too, but only in a pinch. Haha, see what I did there?!
The past few days have been quiet. Peter bought a trampoline and I can do acrobatics on it and it's really fun until I realise I'm forty-one. And then it's still fun, it's just a guilty kind of fun! And I showed Caleb how to do some of it and now I fear I've created a trampoline monster... And James is badgering me about getting one too, but the backyard doesn't have room for it unless we rip out most of the garden. He's three, he also wants a spaceship, a pony and a pet dinosaur. I'm not evil for keeping the garden instead of a trampoline, right?!
RIGHT?! Daddy crisis! Help!
I love you, Mums!
Wee Mumsie!! Awwww, she's so cute!
She's the one on the ground pouting. My Uncle Mike is beside her. He was the only one out of them who stuck by her after Bernard left.
I circled her. You can't see, but she has fantastic pins.
Looking fierce!
Wow, Mums.
With a doggy!
All I got when I asked for an explanation to this one is 'that's a story for another time'. OKay then!
Here she is, fascinating oldies...
She informs me that this is her father, whom she was obviously still speaking to here.
Everyone take a second to exclaim over how COMPLETELY ADORABLE my brother Joe is here!!
Having a giggle!
And here she is a few years ago when my wonderful siblings bought her a well deserved trip to Greece. You're amazing, Mums.
Speaking of amazing, here's my little boy!! Hiding from the sun, apparently!
He's getting so big!! I weep like a girly man.
This is my husband. On a German magazine. With an Australian guitar, apparently. Seriously. I have sex with him. Look at him shine! Look at him shine! *squeal*
Sometimes I have sex with this mook too, but only in a pinch. Haha, see what I did there?!
The past few days have been quiet. Peter bought a trampoline and I can do acrobatics on it and it's really fun until I realise I'm forty-one. And then it's still fun, it's just a guilty kind of fun! And I showed Caleb how to do some of it and now I fear I've created a trampoline monster... And James is badgering me about getting one too, but the backyard doesn't have room for it unless we rip out most of the garden. He's three, he also wants a spaceship, a pony and a pet dinosaur. I'm not evil for keeping the garden instead of a trampoline, right?!
RIGHT?! Daddy crisis! Help!