The day after the day of the hangover is made of RAINBOWS and UNICORNS, a pub lunch and an afternoon of phaffing around the interwebs.
With a menstrumix soundtrack.
‘Don’t omit to pay your husband an occasional compliment. If he looks nice as he comes in dressed for the opera, tell him so. If he has been successful with his chickens, or his garden, or his photography, compliment him on his results.’ ~ Don’ts For Wives, by Blance Ebbutt, 1913
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So… Has he wandered in dressed for the opera, or covered in chicken sh*t?
sas Replied:
you know it was the shit.
Leonie Replied:
Yeah. Somehow I did know that.
There was a woman behind me at a checkout the other day with 3 bottles of vodka, 1 of bacardi, 2 bottles of listerine and boxes of cat food. I wondered what on earth she was up to. But it was in Swansea, so…
I bet her husband doesn’t dress for the opera either. Just sayin’
sas Replied:
with that stash SHE HAS NO NEED OF A HUSBAND. She is a party looking for a reason.
leonie Replied:
nic says
just throw in a pack of batteries and you know where that one’s goin’….
I think you’ll love this, especially since you can’t be here to see it yourself!
http://vimeo.com/27709878
sas Replied:
Oh this is gorgeous! thanks so much for the link.
made me well up a bit about welly x