Hi my lovelies! I have just read a hilarious post by my friend Kim from Tiara's & Bowties, read it that is after a few minutes of frantic panic and e-mailing. You see I clicked on her link in my reading list and got a message to say her blog had been deleted! Having immediately e-mailed her in panic (I have heard of several people recently whose blogs have literally just disappeared), Kim somehow managed to find out that dear old Blogger had 'found malicious activity on her blog" and deleted her! If you have ever visited Kim at Tiara's & Bowties you will know that although she has made some revealing confessions she is far from 'malicious'! Anyhow all's well that ends well and the blog was quickly re-activated so I was able to read her post! And so it got me thinking... we've been talking a lot lately about 'being real' and being able to 'get to know' fellow bloggers for who they really are and not just because they can do an awesome furniture reno or masterpiece painting. What better way than to share a few funny, even slightly risque, confessions? So are you ready? Well then here goes... oh and to the good folk at Blogger if you're reading this please don't delete me...I'm a nice girl, really I am!
4 Confessions of a non perfect (and slightly naughty) blogger!
I once attended a whole day of fire training and yet that night, when my pork chop caught fire under the broiler (because I dozed off in the chair) I put it under the tap! Of course the flames leaped up to the ceiling (I did say I just woke up!) anyhow I opened the back door and threw it out onto the patio and threw some more water on it. However, I realised at this point that I had absolutely nothing else defrosted that fussy eater ex husband (notice the word EX here) would eat. In a panic I picked up the pork chop, rinsed it under a hot tap, dabbed it with paper towel and served it up anyhow!
When my son was small (it was just me and him) I packed him off to his granny's house for the weekend. Whilst he was gone his beloved Russian Hamster, Smartie,
I refuse to put gas in the car! That, my dear friends, is a blue job. As is locking the front door at bedtime, getting the glasses of water at bedtime and cleaning the oven! In fact Lovely Man was called away to the UK recently and left me with the
I once had this desire to learn Burlesque Dancing and duly
Now before I get to the finale (doing the fan dance with those HUGE, gorgeous ostrich feather fans) I should explain that I was wearing dancers' tights underneath my panties and stockings for a smooth tanned look (as opposed to white and wobbly). This meant that everything was very silky. Anyhow there I was with these enormous fans twirling them around in front on me as seductively as I could when I felt something brush across my foot. Now we were in the basement of a public house (bar) in deepest, darkest Portsmouth so I assumed it to be a mouse or worse. With a shriek both fans went up in the air whilst I did a little more jiggling and prancing, nearly falling flat on my face. You see all the previous bouncing about coupled with the silky smoothness of dancers tights had made my panties suddenly drop to my ankles! Mouse indeed!
So there you go, sorry Kim only 4 for me, but I think they made you all giggle!