If you listened to my mother she would tell you the trouble with me is that I am unable to stick at anything. As mothers tend to, she is describing me as the child she knew. Now of course I am a reformed character; for nearly 10 years I have stuck at the same profession, the same husband, and in the same part of town. More recently I have become rather attached to an unfeasibly long chest hair, which I am determined not to remove until it reaches my navel.
Despite my eldest child's predilection for danger and the very occasional urge to leave them for an extra long stay at grandma's/aunty's/friends or any half decent person that will have them; I have stuck with my children.
So mother, I am determined to write my weekly blogspot and my new track record supports this notion. And if my children's faces are anything to go by sticking with me can sometimes be a little bit of fun. As for the chest hair I'll keep you posted.
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Dear Debs, I am lost for words as I am laughing to much.
ReplyDeleteI really ought to go and write something but I am unable to think of anything profound and witty to speak about.