Playboy, Horror Feet & A bit of Sex & the City

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I’m currently watching Sex and the City 2, in my comfies, with a wine and my sexy (hideiously awful) feet.

Honestly, my ankles and feet are busted and no not from heels…girls can do anything in heels…apart from go to the seaside in them, as once there Nick (who took me to the seaside out of boredom,) forced me to wear flip flops and it was the purest bliss in all the land. Heels and sandy British beaches, followed by cobbles, don’t at all go. It’s like trying to walk on top of jelly, in stilts. My feet are *ouchy ouchy* right now, to the point where you could honestly film a horror movie on them and win some kind of Academy award. *Trophies all around.*

The babies are in bed. Ben’s out celebrating Dodge’s ‘happy birthday,’ I’m at work in the morning…and well…I think i’ve watched Sex and the City soooooooooo much in my life, that it’s played itself out on my soul. (But I do prefer the movies to the shows, now…as the show seem to only last 3 seconds.) For any Glamour puss…it totally makes excellent background noise. (As does ‘House Bunny.’)

I’ve just read that The Playboy Mansion is up for sale for 200 million dollars, or something? Apparently it’s classed as a ‘tear down’ because it’s condition is shabby, but because of it’s history….the price goes UP. The hilarious thing about it, is the fact that if you buy it, for 200 million, you have to allow Hef to still live there? Lol. AND when people are touring the mansion, in order to see if they fancy buying it….they’re allowed to see every single piece of this Mansions history, except Hef’s bedroom. So LORD KNOWS what he’s got in there. Or maybe, everyone’s just being creepy, as really when you’re 80 something years old and a bit of a big deal…you kinda wouldn’t want people to be mooching around your knicker drawer, would you? He should downgrade and move to one of the bungalows in Pontefract.

I’m definitely loving every inch of this bombay mix, i have. I’m craving sushi and now, as i’ve watched Ruby go to bed…I fear for her future Lol and simply because she’s just like me. I mean, GOD, if I think of all the things that i’ve had to go through in life, when i’ve had to be brave, savvy or lucky…and all of those moments were highly dodgy situatons, that were dipped in luxury…it terrifies me, because not one teeny piece of me, would ever, ever EVER want her to have to go through the same. (I’m guarding her with my life.)

Ugh, my toes kills and are awful.

Right, nothing more to say!

I’m at work tomorrow. So more wine for me and a chill fest!

Thank you for following my life!

*Wiggle, giggle, hip bump, pout, hair toss, strut.*

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