Apparently I’m feeling French today. Maybe it’s the sunshine, but I was talking to my chocolate pudding in a fake french accent earlier…
So this week…
…I recounted tales of what happened when I got a navel piercing to my friends’ 4 year old daughter. I believe my description was something along the lines of it’s kind of like having snot and bogeys coming out your belly button. Yep, I’ve been corrupting children again…
…I fell asleep (twice) in the front row during a Child Protection training course. Big oops!! (sorry)
…posted a Facebook status asking on advice about good places to get baby clothes, maternity clothes and baby equipment at bargain prices on behalf of a friend (who isn’t on facebook). Of course, I didn’t mention it was for a friend or work. So people then thought I was pregnant.
…which seems to be a recurring theme…
…I was left with a toddler in my care. After he had done some jigsaws, drawn a picture and got tired of laughing at me pretending to struggle to reach cars and trains we shot across the room to each other, he decided to lift at my top. Why? To find the baby in my tummy. While holding down my top (seriously this kid was DETERMINED to find my non-existent baby) I tried to explain that I didn’t have a baby in my tummy. He just frowned and made it perfectly clear that he so didn’t believe me.
…Sarah and I got lazy. We couldn’t be bothered to go out and get food. So we ordered pizza to be delivered to the centre. From round the corner.
…found out that Ian Rankin was at my uncle’s funeral. And that another of my uncles knows Alexander McCall Smith (one of my fave authors!!)
…I knew I wasn’t good at the whole grace and peace thing, but discovered that when it comes to football, I really am terrible with the grace and peace thing. This became apparent when my friends informed me that a certain football manager had been in a local Starbucks last weekend. And I responded ‘Oh, glad I wasn’t there, I would have had to shoot darts at him’. I also took great enjoyment on gloating at Man Utd losing on Wednesday night anyone who wanted them to win.
…I got a vaccination. And later got sent home from smallgroup as side-effects kicked in. And basically had a mini-meltdown on Twitter as I tried not to cry because I thought I was going to be sick when I drove home.
(Yes, I know….I’m such a baby!!)
…I got mistaken for a school pupil twice in one day.
…I missed American TV Drama night because I was at a fundraiser. Not just any American TV Drama night….the final ever episode of ER. That’s a serious sacrifice.
…I have discovered that I have a new addiction to blueberries.
…and discovered that you can get cakes in shape of The Stig. Very excited about that, as is my friend Cat (another Top Gear fan). Ended up watching a re-run of Top Gear over lunch afterward, and they had the Aston Martin DB9 on it…
Oh, and by the way…No. I’m not pregnant.
I’d just like to confirm that!