Sights and smells in the local supermarket.

So I ventured to the supermarket cause I was out of chocolate and vodka fresh produce, wearing my purdy shoes. A girl needs to feel purdy when venturing out with the great unwashed. Armed with my shopping list, I parked next to the most expensive cars I could find – just to add a little excitement to my day – pleaded with Boo to ‘open the door carefully’ and waited patiently for him to let me out of the car. Cause apparently I am incapable of opening a car door myself. I need to wait till Boo comes and …

Don’t breathe on me.

I think I am a pretty good mum. My kids beg to differ. Especially when they are sick. I have a very low tolerance for sickness. You will get a bit of sympathy, maybe a hug, but if it drags on longer than a couple hours I am over it. Totally. I am all ‘What? Go to bed or something. Get out of my face. And for God’s sake don’t breathe on me! I don’t want your germs.’ Meh. I will give them medication and stuff. Throw a couple of cloves of garlic in their general direction. Maybe a …