Funkdom
Dearest Love,
How wonderfully patient and loving you are, to still write to me even though I take such long, unannounced leaves of absence. I'm in a bit of a funk. Nothing seriously funky or like, New Kids on the Block Funky, just a blahh, blech, can't be bothered kind of funk where I don't want to do anything except wander aimlessly around the internet, playing the odd game of scrabble and reading my favourite blogs. It's all because I am out of routine of course; the boys have been home from school for about 100 years or something. Luckily, I have lots and lots of Gilmore Girls episodes to watch while I roll around on the lounge sighing, drinking tea and being a lounge lizard.
Although, I was mightily impressed by the sheer heights of naughtiness you set in for yourself on your birthday. Whoah, mama! You saucy mare!
How I wish I had more to share with you, or even had the emotional energy to make some humorous observations about my funkdom but alas! I fear I am losing my sense of humour minute by minute.
I'll be fine once the boys have gone back to school, I'm sure but until then, can you bear with me, oh lovely Goddess of Naughtiness, Supreme Empress of Gorgeousness and all-round bit of Hot Stuff?
With lackadaisical love and numskull kisses,
Moi
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How wonderfully patient and loving you are, to still write to me even though I take such long, unannounced leaves of absence. I'm in a bit of a funk. Nothing seriously funky or like, New Kids on the Block Funky, just a blahh, blech, can't be bothered kind of funk where I don't want to do anything except wander aimlessly around the internet, playing the odd game of scrabble and reading my favourite blogs. It's all because I am out of routine of course; the boys have been home from school for about 100 years or something. Luckily, I have lots and lots of Gilmore Girls episodes to watch while I roll around on the lounge sighing, drinking tea and being a lounge lizard.
Although, I was mightily impressed by the sheer heights of naughtiness you set in for yourself on your birthday. Whoah, mama! You saucy mare!
How I wish I had more to share with you, or even had the emotional energy to make some humorous observations about my funkdom but alas! I fear I am losing my sense of humour minute by minute.
I'll be fine once the boys have gone back to school, I'm sure but until then, can you bear with me, oh lovely Goddess of Naughtiness, Supreme Empress of Gorgeousness and all-round bit of Hot Stuff?
With lackadaisical love and numskull kisses,
Moi
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posted by Ms Mac @ 1:53 pm
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