Hello my lovelies! I cannot believe I haven’t posted here for almost a month! I still love you much, I just let busy life run away on me a little!
Anyway, here is a brief affair between you and me, a soiree – in the day that is informal (basically a shindig without the trouble of preparing a lot of things, like food etc).
Look what I’m trying to say is, here’s your party favour without the party! *insertpartypopperhere*
Today I took Ro rascal and the Persian cat and Romeo’s friend swimming at the school pool. As I was locking up the toilets I said the boys toilet smelled like pee, because, well, it reeked to be mild! Ro’s friend kindly stated that the girls toilet, in comparison, smelled like ice blocks.
And that ladies and gentlemen is basically life in a nutshell. Pee versus ice blocks. Pee on the floor versus ice lolly-scented toilets without any actual need to ensure a bunch of sweet flavoured, lovely-smelling, ice blocks or ice block-scented candles are on hand at all times.
That’s right. We smell nice like ice block boys and sometimes you leave the scent of pee behind. (And sometimes you smell absolutely lovely too).
Also, kids changing to get in the bath have their “sexy-body on” so they say! True dat.