All The Words...

Someone should have copy-written the Alphabet.

I wish it were Me, Genie.

Then I could own all the words.

The Last Thing...

The Last thing I want to feel is what you do.

Key Words...

Aren't anymore baby beds
Barbecue Best
Better...

Big Bitch blog
Boy buffoon
Car
Change days...

Down drinking Drunk
Face Fact
Father five...

Fuck Fucking
Get good Guess
Happy Hard
Hate Head...

Help home
Hope horse
Horses house...

Love lover
Mean Mental
Money Morning...

Mother
Night old
One People...

Point
Pretty pub
Reason Remember...

Right Road
Sun
School suxs Shit...

Sister
Six small
Son...

Stop Story
Think Thirty
Thought three...

Time together
True
Two...

Undiagnosed
Wish Word
Work World...

Write
Wrong Years
Me Myself Eye...

god...

god has a lot to answer for...

August Eighteenth...

Today is...

The day I gave birth day.

War...

War.

Terrorism inflicted by politicians.

Clever Boy...

My Hubby's just discovered something new.

Heterosexual gay sex.

Watch out, Arse.

Wake Me Up...

Wake me up...

When September begins.

Hot Air...

Hot air doesn't rise.

It seeps out from underneath the doona...

Once...

I can do anything...

Once.

My Advice...

Fuck...Like you're being filmed.

Deep Fred Pork Plums...

We ordered Chinese.

Hubby wrote down the order.

I asked for Deep Fried Plum Pork.

He wrote Deep Fred Pork Plums.

Fuck I laughed...

Because I Do...

You don't have to like me Hubby.

Because I do.

Illogical Thinking...

It hurts to breathe.

I'll have a smoke.

Multi Tasking...

Apparently only women can do it.

Much like childbirth.

Finally...

I'm becoming Myself

Typical Twink...

Typical old Twinkle Toes.

Causes a stir then pisses off.

Bad Poetry...

I couldn't see the forest

'cos the trees were in my way

And it wasn't 'til I nearly left

That I knew that I would stay.

For Fork's Sake...

The cutlery drawer is stuck shut...

I have people coming for dinner...

A fork! A fork! My kitchen for a fork!

Why Why Why...

Why don't relatives eat and run?