I don't know why I am telling you this, but Ruby came home a long time ago from her old daycare with a new word we adopted. They used to call that twin barrel of snot that little kids sneeze or let ooze out of their nose "bless yous". And Ruby would say "Mama, I have a bless you, I need a tissue". SO MUCH MORE CIVILISED than saying "Mummy, I have snot all over my face". Bless yous. My phrase of the day, in case you never knew what to call this magic phenomenon.
Lola was bested by a biscuit at the Armidale Show over the weekend.
The reason it is on my mind at the moment, is that Lola is in the midst of teething hell. They have been threatening to come through FOR WEEKS, it started with a little cough which let us know (that and the chewing and whinging) that they were coming, and they STILL haven't popped through. It's developed into a runny nose and bless you extravaganza, so surely those teeth are about to pop through ANY FREAKING MINUTE.
Sally doesn't necessarily make stuff, she's obsessed with the stuff other people make. Being "blessed" with her father's sausage like fingers (and one too many accidents involving children's scissors and clag), Sally was forced to abandon any ideas of a crafty creative future.
http://www.georgielove.com is her website. Georgie is her dog. Other than that, she is a 36 year old geek-girl mama who likes comics, animals, music, apple computers and the sofa. She has a good heart but some really bad dance moves.