I am having a moment. Or a series of moments. Or an epic fucktonne of moments. So I have a few of my biatches posting for me for a little while… I mean COME ON you saw the last post.
I will save you from more of that.
You are totally welcome.
First up please welcome my biatch Veronica from Sleepless Nights.
So when Kelley asked (demanded) that I write her a guest post, I immediately agreed. When a friend is feeling grey and bleh, you jump in and help them out. Especially if it’s a friend who is cultivating a relationship with Max Brenner.
And really, I live in Tasmania. I am all too familiar with the grey and the bleh, because that is every day in Tasmania, only broken up by 6 weeks in Summer when the sun tries to sear your eyeballs from your skull and give you skin cancer in 8.6 minutes. Apparently a hole in the ozone layer right above your house is a Very Big Deal.
So yes, grey, bleh, familiarity with.
It was only once I’d agreed to write her the damn post that I realised I had absolutely nothing to talk about. The “dog ate my sex toy” post was used on my own blog this morning and the most exciting thing I’ve done today is referee fights between my two quirky children and rearrange my bookshelves.
Oh, the shame.
Really though, I’m a bit of a book whore. My house is full of books and I’m constantly jonesing for a fix, a breath of that sweet new book smell. Of course, while I rearranged the shelves today, I discovered a plethora of unread items, that may or may not get thrust aside in search of that newer, shinier paper fix.
I didn’t rearrange the porn collection however, not really wanting to explain to my kids why that lady was wearing handcuffs and why her bottom was on display. I try to limit difficult conversations to one a week and we’ve already used up our quota discussing why we don’t pull Mummy’s top down in public and why knickers have to stay ON fortheloveofgod,keepyourunderwearon.
What? Doesn’t everyone have a collection of naughty books for killing time with bad writing before bed?
No? Apparently only me. So much for that clean mummyblogger image we’re all desperate to promote.
I bet Kelley is super pleased she handed over to me. I’ve surely improved her rankings in some search terms a hundred fold.
That’s why she loves me, I’m sure of it.