Warts and all
The latest catasprohe to hit the kid resulted in this txt:
U will not f***** believe this. I have the beginning of warts on my left hand. 3 f*** baby warts.
A witch with fu**** WARTS!!
It goes without saying, I didn’t respond. What does one say? There are no terms of refernce for receiving such a txt? If there are could you point me in the right direction. Well since catching up with the mate on Tuesday C, I have done sweet FA and my to do list was getting longer then Mammy2’s. Scary to say the least. So drastic measures were called for. In the last 2 days I have gotten through a lot of stuff including upgrading this blog to the fabulousness that is Wordpress 2.5. I already have it up and running on another one of my websites, which is still a work in progress. Aren’t they all! So I can play with all the new features and hopefully get custom fields to work so thumbnails can be displayed. Yes its the little things. As a result of the workload, I have to skip the table quiz tonight. I know if I go out tonight and I have a mate over for dinner tomorrow, no work will get done which will result in me working the weekend. Poor Juno, aka the new digital SLR who is sitting pouting in the corner thinks I don’t love her for the lack of play time we have had.
This week has been crazy though, possibly with going out on a Tuesday night. I mean who goes out there? But as it had been an age since I seen him and he’s impossible to get a date with, we agreed on Tuesday. Nice idian dinner whereby my taste buds refused to talk to me for about an hour afterwards.
Hot and spicy. We went for a few drinks to the his local, where he was delighted to see the champions league game on. He’s a big liverpool fan. I have to say I enjoyed the match, there was lots going on. Normally I wouldn’t be bothered with soccer, its rugby or GAA , not necessarily in that order. Speaking
of which, a big game on Sunday week against top of the table Monaghan, its all to play for. We’ve had a really good league display when you consider how dismal the first match was against Dublin. Here’s hoping we beat Monaghan and get promoted to Division 1.
I wonder what the Metro constitues as an article? I’m interested to know because during the week there was a ‘news article’ about some girl who was getting married to Wayne Rooney. Him I have heard off, but its a bit disconcerting to find his face somewhere other then the back page. Apparently
aforementioned girl, known as a WAG would you believe, has been hitting the gym 4 times a week in prepation for her wedding. One can only assume she is going to compete an olympic style marathon of 26 km enroute to the church? Why else would she be ‘hitting’ the gym so much? I never knew weddings
involved such fitness levels. Fair play to her. The daft bint. However I cann’t continue to slag if Mammy2 were to get a job there. I suppose I could just not within earshot. They are looking for ‘reporters’. Their idea of reporting is trawling over the latest press release from the ‘Studies have shown’ Group. You know the sort, Drinking 26 gallons of alcohol may indicate you have a problem, 28% of people surveyed said. One cup of green tea alleviates stress levels if drank in the 3rd Tuesday of the month whilst the mood is half showing. According to half of the population. I could go on but you get the picture.
The clinic are supposed to be ringing us next week. I have to pick up final set of blood test results as does Mammy2. I guess that time had moved so fast I didn’t really have time to think about it and now its just around the corner. Although I have a feeling we won’t start treatments until May, as whatever they decide with regards our man, there will no doubt be more tests. Just to ensure our bank account is fully cleared out. Wouldn’t want to leave a stray euro lying around. Mammy2 still hasn’t spoken to her family. I think she’s waiting until the time is right. Perhaps when I roll myself into the family home and they are too polite on the fact that I appeared to have put on some pounds. Who knows. The whole baby thing is also another good reason for cutting down on the old workload. That said, I reckon you could still type with a baby strapped to your back? I wonder what sort of geeky baby wear there is out there? Although I should stop thinking about all those sort of things until we have a successful test. For the moment its me and my ovaries. Born again bitches is the latest name they are going under. They’ve given up their drunken flirtateous ways with rugby players. They apparently ‘found themselves’ whilst on a retreat in Leitrim. No cocktails, no big shouldered rugby players. Just them and god. He lives down the road near Drumshanbo in a 2 bed semi detatched. Or something, I didn’t ask, I was too busy wondering where you’d buy sandals to fit ovaries or where you’d find a shop that sells them. So they assure me they are ready for this. I guess time will tell.
