um, i'm totes busted....

Listen up lovely readers, cos we have what can only be described as a Major First World Problem on our hands. 

As you would know, a few weeks ago I was very close to cracking 500 likers over on my Facebook page.  In a spur of the moment, borderline romantic gesture, my Lovely Husband announced that he was about to become the 500th liker.  Cue loving looks and genuine thanks from me.  For at the time, I thought it was just a little bit lovely that my non-facebook loving husband had decided to 'like' my page and become the 500th liker.  Talk about teamwork. Yep, we're nothing if not a Team.

Anyho, fast forward a couple of weeks on from that romantic gesture and reality has hit.  My husband is reading this god dam blog.  And talking to me about it. And it's freaking me out.

I mean, up until a few sweet weeks ago, he had NO IDEA about the extended periods of time I may or may not spend at shopping centres. So let's just say that the Gourmet Garden Blog Off/Cook Off could not have come at a better time.  Because right now, thanks to 5 blog posts in a row that consisted of nothing but recipes, he thinks I spend my days whipping up incredible dinners, engaging in copious amounts of housework and other similar 1952 style domestic activities. Which I totally do.  See....

But, let's face it,  it's not all aprons and vacuum cleaners around here, people.  I think it's fair to say that spend ALOT of time at the shops.  And it's not always to buy delicious tubes of herbs.  No, sometimes it's to buy other things.  Important things.  Like shoes.  And handbags.  And anything else that should happen to be on sale.

Robina I heart you.

But not your random shootings.

I'll be back when shopping there doesn't require wearing a bullet proof vest.

And so you can see, lovely reader, that I am 

Totes Busted.

So Scott, if you're reading this (and I know you totally are)

I'd just like to apologise in advance for the chest pains, high blood pressure and popping neck veins that you may or may not experience while reading this blog.

But look, if it makes you feel any better, it could be worse.

You could be reading the credit card statements instead.

xox