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posted by fatmammycat at 12:43 p.m.
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
21 Comments:
there is great drying out there.
aarghhhhh, I'm turning into your mother
Are you wearing lilac? For GOD'S SAKE STIPES!! ARE YOU??
You should drop everything and go into a 'nice' shop looking for lilac separates.
And as you're at it, just nip into the nearby chemist to check out the latest guaranteed dietoslim melt-your-fat-away fad.
Another sure sign is when you start saying...
"It was a really nice funeral"
Perish the thought!
Go kickboxing and when you thwack the bag you can remind yourself.
Hah, for funerals I'd have to have a 'good turn out' for me to be really her.
Conan, nevah! No Boot-i-koo shopping for me.
Medbh, I thinking spending money on a flapper styled dress from karen Millen might help fight off the fogeyism a while longer. but it would have to be a secret purchase. I'm pretty sure the paramour mentioned something about us needing to something something redo the lining of the something chimney or something.
All I heard was 'yes, that flapper dress, you NEED a new dress from Christmas don't you?'
(Go to the main web page, look at fringed dress)
From -for, you know the drill
Yeah, yeah... but you're going to the chemist, right? And is that a strange twinge you are feeling, a twinge with terminal implications... if ONLY someone would LISTEN...
BTW flue linings in chimleys is important shit, especially with Christmas coming.
Quiet you, I won't have my inner terrors tweaked in such a fashion.
As soon as you start referring to people with their lifestories, that's when you know you're old...
'You know yer woman down the road, Ms O'Kane? You do, she used to be married to Jimmy Jo from up Skangers Way - Cousin of Matilda Flannery, had a son woulda been a few years below you in school...' etc etc
Picture this: I am in Perth, staying with my friends 21 year old brother and his filthy little mates (mentally and physically and actually) and he comes in to me and says "you'd want to get that wash on soon Babs, there's great drying out" you should have seen the look on his face after he realised what he had said, especially seeing as he had been up all night drinking, was wearing clothes that probably hadn't been washed in quite some time, and had a fag hanging out of his mouth. Then he says "pleeeeease don't tell anyone I said that ever please don't". Well I didnt for 6 mths, but I can't hold it in anymore, sorry Jaybo!
When I get to read your first post on how lovely your garden looks, with detail of your dahlias, I will know your 25th birthday has passed
Jaysus, thank god I'm black thumbed so.
Bab, at 21? The shame!
Sheepie, Heh I used the dread the phone calls where she would mention someone who had died and then INSIST I knew them and indeed everyone who might be related to them.
I am concerned that I notice the weather these days. I am SO interested in what it is going to do, in the short term and the longterm. This is a new phenomenon to me - I don't ever remember noticing it, it just WAS. I fear that has something to do with age.
As for funerals, I keep referring to them as weddings (how does that work?) and 40ths I call 21sts (yup, I know what that's called - denial).
OH MY GOD THAT DRESS! Stunning. My most absolute favourite era of fashion. I did my absolutely best to get my hands on this dress, http://www.zambesi.co.nz/collections/winter2008.asp?artwork=425 but only discovered it after it had sold out.
I love that era too LK, so stylish and daring!
shitty puffs! I thought it was just me.......hunched over, trying to belch to relieve my heartburn, tablets to take in the morning.......oh, it;s just me......
Is this the one?
http://www.karenmillen.com/fcp/product/-/Dresses/Fringed-dress/903000052047?page=prod903000052047
It was made for you! Go on and get it. She makes lovely clothes.
From me in Edinburgh:
Age has nothing to do with 'getting old'.
If you feel old it's all on the inside.
I felt old and worn-out at age 21.
Seriously.
Now at 36 I feel good.
And I look forward to getting older.
I interviewed a 76-year-old this week who was younger than I have ever been.
I aspire to be that way. At any age.
The most interesting and 'alive' people I met were always what today's society would consider 'old'.
I don't like when people talk about 'getting old', because for me that sounds like you're giving up something of their life.
On the contrary for me, the older I get, as in years, the better I feel.
I never understood those who want to be 21 forever.
I hated 21.
So what do you mean with 'getting old' FMC?
Not just you Manuel, not just you.
Medbh, that it exactly! I just love it. The tassels shimmer slightly! Chimneys be damned eh?
Eva, don't get me wrong, I'd rather be 35 that say 25. Well actually I'd rather be 25 KNOWING what I do now, but hey, my life is pretty dandy. I ain't really complaining, just laughing at how much like my mother I can sound unbidden.
Yep at 21, he was ashamed.
I didn't tell his friends, I thought he would get bashed.
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