And instead of having fun with mah girls I stayed home with my boys and did the following:
Made the best french onion soup in the history of soups and photographed the process – which is pretty much hours and hours of watching onions brown – so I can present you with another Foul Mouthed Tutorial.
Yes, I am a giver…
I was serenaded by Shae and her bevvy of drunken beauties (I don’t actually know who else was singing, I only knew it was Shae cause her pic came up on my phone.
Drained pus from my face – that is always fun
Did a fucktonne of washing, yet the baskets are STILL NOT EMPTY. I am pretty sure it is like when you hire one of those big arsed skip bins and during the night all the neighbours fill it will their rubbish, only this time the bitches want me to do their washing but alas their underwear – although it looks like mine – is slightly too small for me… hmmmm.
Bought a treadmill – as you do… it will be delivered some time in the next week between the hours of 12am and 11.59pm and I better fucking be home when it is delivered or I will have to go and collect it my own damn self. Oh and BTW they wont bring it in the house and it takes two men – not one woman with fucked up shoulders and a broken back – to lift it. Tell me why this was a good idea?
Weighed myself OH MAH GAH – clearly the fucker is broken. Or I needed to do a 10 kilo shit.
Didn’t leave the house – you are WELCOME state of Victoria.
Watched ‘My week with Marilyn’ which was good.
Posted about my attempt to change my attitude – it totally lasted an hour before I was screaming at the sky. But it is totes cool now, I am chin up boobs out again.
Skyped mah baby girl who was more interested in eating a motherfucking Yogo than talking to her motherfucking mother. Don’t you have a birthday coming up? Might pay to give the Party Planner a little attention.
I did a call out for small business/etsy store owners to send me their wares for showcase on this little bloggy thingamahdoodle – if you want to be included contact me here. I already have some freaking AWESOME stuff to show you!
My peeps are crafty biatches.
So, what did YOU do on the weekend?
Couldn’t have beaten draining pus out of my eye. It looked like custard.