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Jul. 18th, 2008 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
r_scribblesToday has been a very good day. To be more specific, today Friday put on a fedora and a pair of dark glasses and went out disguised as Saturday!
Hubs is taking a long weekend, the M-i-L and S-i-L came down for the day and now my own Mummy is down for the weekend too. Took a MASSIVE Entourage to playgym, then all had a big lunch together, then drank tea while The Man came round and murdered the wasps (take that, you picnic-pestering, sap-munching bastards!) then I read stuff Mum had brought about Centre Parks and got jolly excited, went out and bought a new swimming costume (a real old-lady affair, with thick straps, tummy control and a low cut bottom... if I were off somewhere hot I'd invest in a jolly, patterned Tankini, but this is just for the swimming pool, and it was the only swimmie that kept my mighty baps in the right place) and now we've all had a lovely Mexican dinner and Mum is doing the washing up for us. Result! And we're seeing our chums again tomorrow. Yay!
And Hubs has bought us Gu Brownies and Tiffin for pudding. Good Husband.
And we watched the TNG eppie 'The Price' last night, which is hilarious for all the wrong reasons. It has a Belgian who looks like a wife-beater from the 1950s and acts like a date-rapist (and therefore clearly should have been a Quantum Leap Villain as well), a lingering close-up of Deanna Troi's greasy foot being manhandled and Beverly Crusher's Camel Toe. Nice. Why is it that whenever one of the TNG women fancies a Guest Star he turns out to be a complete cunt? It happens every single time! That's the writer's way of telling you to only date regular characters, ladies.
Hubs is taking a long weekend, the M-i-L and S-i-L came down for the day and now my own Mummy is down for the weekend too. Took a MASSIVE Entourage to playgym, then all had a big lunch together, then drank tea while The Man came round and murdered the wasps (take that, you picnic-pestering, sap-munching bastards!) then I read stuff Mum had brought about Centre Parks and got jolly excited, went out and bought a new swimming costume (a real old-lady affair, with thick straps, tummy control and a low cut bottom... if I were off somewhere hot I'd invest in a jolly, patterned Tankini, but this is just for the swimming pool, and it was the only swimmie that kept my mighty baps in the right place) and now we've all had a lovely Mexican dinner and Mum is doing the washing up for us. Result! And we're seeing our chums again tomorrow. Yay!
And Hubs has bought us Gu Brownies and Tiffin for pudding. Good Husband.
And we watched the TNG eppie 'The Price' last night, which is hilarious for all the wrong reasons. It has a Belgian who looks like a wife-beater from the 1950s and acts like a date-rapist (and therefore clearly should have been a Quantum Leap Villain as well), a lingering close-up of Deanna Troi's greasy foot being manhandled and Beverly Crusher's Camel Toe. Nice. Why is it that whenever one of the TNG women fancies a Guest Star he turns out to be a complete cunt? It happens every single time! That's the writer's way of telling you to only date regular characters, ladies.
