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Tuesday, 1 September 2009
Now you're talking!
We were on holiday just recently, me GJ and Grizz... You might have noticed - Things got a little quiet around here with Saz and I both away at the same time, there was no-one to pick up the slack, sorry... Joanne (Reasons To Be Cheerful 1, 2, 3, your post is ready to be posted tomorrow - Hope that's okay me dahlink?
Well, there was one day when we were in the Netherlands. It was hot and humid and close, and it looked like we might get caught in a storm without rain gear in the middle of nowhere, and I was sweating like Porky the Pig... I can't even remember what it was about now, but I might have been indulging in a little whining and a little whingeing about something... I honestly do it very, very rarely - Usually being a 'glass half full' kind of gal...
And Grizz turned to me and these words fell from his Appelgebak encrusted lips...
"Whoah mum, stop moaning. You sound like a teenager!"
My jaw fell open, incredulously... Out of the mouths of babes, eh?!.
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LOL!! Isn't it absolutely amazing what they say; even at this age. There have been times when Man-Child actually strikes me mute!!
ReplyDeleteThat's funny. Must have been bad for him to notice.
ReplyDelete"I'm gonna tape you and play it back" was my teen's top shut-me-up line! Moaning Minnie? Moi!
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