Not funny.

Damn! I had a big post in my drafts folder updating you on the past 4 or 5 months but it's gone.
Which is a real shame because it was the funniest thing I've ever written. you'll
You'll just have to believe me though because right now I can't find any humour in anything.

Except for the beard my husband has grown over the long weekend.
Hilarious.

It's been a while (again) and I want to come back, I really do, but I never seem to have anything to write about myself or my kids or my even my arse, that I think you'd find even remotely interesting. And certainly not funny.

Life is incredibly stressful & busy with running the business, ear infections, throat infections, a seriously overgrown garden, dieting, not quite teenage hormones, a husband who never gets enough sex, a house that's too small for us and a cat who thinks he's a dog.

So busy but boring blog reading.

Like today, a rainy Wednesday of the school holidays and I'm at home with the resident 11 year old and his mate. Actually I've locked myself in my bedroom and left them alone downstairs. I can hear bullets being fired but I am guessing they're on screen ones and not real life.

I probably should check, shouldn't I?

But what is there to write about?
The jeans shopping we just did - "mum, no offense but you don't know what's cool". (Oh, how could I possibly be offended?)
The $30 the local bakery fleeced me for the lunch for the two of them? ($30! I know!)
How "gay" that Taio Cruz song is? (Umm, who? Does Tom Cruise go by a Spanish name now?)

See, nothing.

No news...

I’m struggling a bit with what to write about here at the moment.

I can’t possibly write any more about my sore bum.

Well, I could but I'd probably lose the few readers I do have.

And I can’t tell you much about what I am up to work wise because it’s still on the down low. I can tell you it's VERY exciting though.

Except for dealing with the bank. It's taking all my willpower not to send a shit in the mail to my "Relationship Manager". He should be scared because I don't have a lot of willpower (as my rapidly tightening jeans would concur).

So yeah, not much to report sorry.

You’ll just have to settle for a photo of me from a party I went to the other night.

It was a Brangalina theme.

Checking in.

From a readership of 4, I have had 3 of you ask me to post more frequently. Not sure if the other of you wants this but majority rules, so here goes.

Problem is I don't have much to say. Crazy busy. (And still crazy too).

Here's a snapshot of Plumpy's life right now.



And perhaps also a snapshot of why Plumpy is, well, plumpy.