Coke habit
This morning I woke with a hangover. I stayed out until 11.30 and had TWO coca-colas last night. Full fat, caffinated bad boys. I am the new Amy Winehouse.
Sprog was not impressed with my reluctance to get out of bed. She tried hitting me on the head with Spot Goes To The Park. She listlessly decimated my jewelery box, pretty beads and silver clasps pinging about the bedroom as I snuggled further under the duvet. She brought me the loo brush. Finally, in desparation, she picked up the glass of water by my bed and carefully poured it over my head.
Good morning.
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My oldest boy had a strange fascination with the scrub brush, but also with watching very closely as the water would go down the drain after a flush. As in face almost in the bowl close. *sigh*