In the interests of low cost weekend activities, my Minipeelers and I have decided;
to have our own festival,
to do craft about it, and
to call it “Craftmas.”
It will involve liberal amounts of polymer clay and wool, and focus on making Xmas decorations and gifts (for those we would like to give something to, but either don’t want to buy for or don’t know what to buy). I’m really looking forward to it and am actually excited for this!
I did that with one of my shitty home made burritos. Here’s to Cajun food!🥂(That’s what we used to jokingly call it when a chef accidentally burnt something. Sometimes you can smother in creole/Cajun seasonings and burn it a bit more 😉)
Oh wow! I don’t remember the song, and I’m sure as hell not going to google it!
Edit: DDG was my friend, Yarralumla wine it is!
It’s the return of the shitty home made burrito! Now with just past best before home brand garlic dip!
Miniest says tomayto. When I explained why we don’t she said she didn’t care! She likes it better! My own child!
I never realised there was a difference 🤦🏼♀️I just thought it was US vs UK spelling or something 🫣
District 9 sequel please
Did you used to work for The Truth lol
I was thinking along the same lines as you
Won lottery what should I do?
Hmm, jerboa not working for me this morning so I’m using my browser. Seems to be a few server errors lately.
Edit: now it’s working 🤷🏼♀️
A couple of steaks for the kids and I didn’t feel like much so I had a bowl of iron enriched cereal with yoghurt.
They’re still counting in my electorate. In my ward nobody got more than 50% of the vote so they’re still divvying up the preferences.
“I’m not into dressing up much, but I miss the person who used to wear these.” Wow, that hit hard. I’ve got longline leather jacket, silk shirts etc that I used to wear but haven’t in years and I can’t let them go yet, I feel like I’d be throwing out part of myself. I got rid of all my high heeled boots years back, when motherhood arrived, and I still get upset about it sometimes. Did I really have to? But I was the one mostly left literally holding the baby, high heeled boots aren’t sensible at all, and there was so much finger wagging from my in-laws about celebrities in ridiculous heels holding newborns… Now I’m a fat mumma and a factory worker, not a glamorous or hip person at all. Sometimes I miss who I used to be. I had to give up so much as a mother, and I adore my kids but to be truthful it’s sometimes a sore point. I swore I wouldn’t be that person and here I am, wearing Millers Woman from the op shop, polishing off cupcakes from Coles because I am sad. Wow, that’s pathetic, I didn’t realise how bad it’d gotten!
Good to hear that mate!
A Crafternoon! I knew a word already existed for it but couldn’t think of it for the life of me, thankyou!