Okay, just read my last blog and felt a bit dreary about it. I’ve had a banter with my girlies, watched Lisa have bread, Lucy pretend *spurt* out of her Lady Part at the thought of her legs being at 10 past 8. We giggled to a Cher Lloyd tracks, hated on Lucy for going on holiday and wished for GOOD men attached to big willy. Lisa especially. Hence the bread emergency.
I’m gonna enjoy tonight and mainly because that’s what this little erath ball is about. Life really isn’t too bad after all. All you have to do is laugh it out, with dollies that are as tragic as you.