‘Crotches’ is what the majority of you lovelies Googled searched to find my blog today!
Now, i’d usually be alarmed (even though hardly anything alarms me, even my own fricking wake up alarm, doesn’t alarm me, as Glamour pusses tend to life at their own pace and not because a *beeper* has made them force a *rush.*)
But yes, ‘crotches.’ However, not just any crotches, yet the crotches of Playboy bunnies. *Giggle, cringe.* You, yes you, have Googled ‘Playboy bunny crotches’ so much, that you have ended up here.
I mean, it could’ve been worse. Mosh Pit crotches. Drag Queen crotches. Granny crotches. You name it…I’ll take ‘Playboy.’
I’m having a wine. I’m off work tomorrow. Life was an absolute *breeze* today and even though I have the babies on my mind (they’re both on ‘Daddy days’) I’ve surrounded myself around positive energies, which really does rub off on you. I mean, GOD, i might be feisty, outspoken and annoying, but i’m positive about most things. (Except piggy snouts. I don’t like piggy snouts. They scare me.)
I’ve spent the evening watching episodes of ‘Paris Hilton’s British Best Friend. Yes, I am that *cringe* and self obsessed. I do watch myself always. Lol. But only because I had forgotten what had happened. Plus, i never managed to watch ALL of the episodes…as I always figured, living it, was a much more richer experience.
Ben’s Vlogging and he now as a Twitter. (@bendietjourney. Follow him.) And we have a pizza in the oven, waiting for us to munch on.
I need a tripod and I’ve been using my friends Miller Tripod, which seems amazing, but i want one of my own. I’m rubbish with anything techy, as i was built for pleasure and not for hard labour, or working things that are of a mechanical nature. I was also not built for carrying things, as my shitty Asian arms can’t even handle carrying two, 2litre, diet coke bottles in a carry bag, without killing.
I witnessed a boy with an accidental dodgy eye today. Ruby’s back at school tomorrow. I’m missing Junior, as for some reason he really hates having to leave the family home to go to his Fathers and firstly, i have no clue why? Secondly, it’s truly hard on me, as it hell beg me not to send him and I’kl have to do it anyway. (It’s not like Keiran doesn’t adore him. But i think Junior’s so used to his home life and family, and he loves it…making him not really enjoy leaving it so often. It kind makes me happy, in a sense as it makes me feel like i’m a good Mum.)
I couldn’t get to sleep last night. The babies went to bed early, so i was sat on my own, twiddling my thumbs, waiting for Ben. When he arrived home, i was filled with glee. We didn’t watch the time, and it was good to see him happy to be home, that we ended up chatting and drinking wine until 4am. I had about 3 hours sleep, (Mums have to get up early with the bambinos) and got my Burmese booty to work. *Life.*
I finally sent off my divorce papers today…so it’s almost fully over with Keiran. I mean, we’re getting along fine, but it’s not as fine as Pete and I are. Yet, cutting a tie, makes everything *clear cut.*
Ben and I had already asked each other to marry each other….ages ago…(I have a ring on my finger and everything) but we just never really told anyone…because it was something that meant everything to just ‘us.’ I ask him every day if he still loves me (lol) and he always replies with a ‘You’re my forever girl.’ Aww!
So, now that the *divorce* ball is rolling…I can sort of freely enjoy my new chapter…
Things are great this year already…and i’m looking forward to what the year has in store.
(I’m currently dipping a stuff crust chicken and bacon pizza, into piri, piri, hot sauce.)
*Pour wine here.*