I have moved my tales of woe and torture regarding my The Whole 30 experience over to its own, brand new, tales of woe and torture blog. The Reluctant Caveman Come and visit me from time to time, just to make sure I’m still alive and haven’t wasted away. – I’m not moving from here, […]
Month: January 2013
My cuppeth is emptyeth.
And yes, K, this is exactly how I feel. So, in a nutshell, I’m going to this wedding and it’s in Spain, and I just can’t get my head around what I’m going to wear because I still haven’t lost the weight I would like to lose, and so I don’t want to go, but, […]
Now, where were we?
Oh yes, Things to think about on Saturdays. But first, I’d like to tell you that my knees ache. Thought I’d better get that out of the way. On Saturdays you wake up tired because the night before two men knocked on the door and, very pushily, got you to buy three books for the […]
Ducks, Gnomes, and Buttermilk the Goat.
Going to spend the day with P. He arrived safely from London yesterday despite more than two hundred flight cancellations at Heathrow. These guys don’t look too worried about missing their flight though. Except perhaps the little one. He was looking forward to his week away in southern Spain. Probably been saving up all year. […]
It’s all about me.
FREEDOM!!!! Yesterday was my first day back in the studio. MIL flew back to England on Friday and so it was all systems go on Saturday. Well, that’s a small fib really as I didn’t get out of bed until 11, then we sat around watching West Ham take a thrashing from Sunderland until P […]
While I’ve been sick.
I found my old boring wedding album and thought I might jazz it up a bit. I’ve never liked it. It started when B was looking at it and cropped two of the photo’s together and changed them to black and white. Then I played with it in Pixlr. Man look how young we were. […]
I’m still sick.
So I sent you all something to cheer you up – just in case you’re feeling sick too. Try not to laugh though as it may hurt your throat. […]
Try a little tenderness why don’t you.
Me: I don’t feel well. Siri: OK, you don’t then. She didn’t even say it with love. All I needed was a little bit of tenderness. […]
And then there were four.
We have a new cat. Sophie. She’s the same brand as Pickles. Only Pickles is (fat). We try not to say that out loud as Pickles is very sensitive about her weight. Sophie is Pickles mini me and she belongs to N, the middle child, who has always wanted a small black thing of her […]