#1 // "Darling, I'm just off to give the windows a bit of a clean. See you next Wednesday. Also, could you tell your brother to stop leaving the toilet seats up when he visits. It takes me bloody ages to put them all down again."
#2 // "Oh FFS, your Grandmother is here. Again. And she's bought the bloody corgis with her. I hope they don't shit all over our front yard again. It took me hours to clean it up after the last visit. And does she really have to wear her crown everytime she swings by for a cuppa. I mean, we get it. She's The Queen. And you're not The King. Why does she insist on rubbing it in our faces 24/7?"
#3 // "Does my bum look big in this?"
#4 // "Is it just me or does Camilla look remarkably like the horses in your Father's stables?"
#5 // "Once you've strapped Baby Prince of Cambridge in, do you reckon we can do a quick Maccas run on our way home? The food in the hospital was bloody awful and I am hanging for a cheeseburger and fries. Oh and thanks for looking semi hot in that shirt. I think Fatherhood agrees with you."
Have a great weekend peeps. We're off to celebrate Scott's 40th birthday in town. Think of me on Sunday, when no doubt I'll be lying on the couch with a berocca in one hand and a packet of nurofen in the other, while uttering the words "I am never drinking again." I know. Not very Princess like. At all xox
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