My mate Dave set me up with a blind date today. He said "Look, I need to tell you this Ron - she's a great girl but she's expecting a baby". I felt a right twat standing there in a fuckin bib and nappy.
My wife's locked herself in the kitchen in a rage, after a massive argument over how miserable and tight I've become since we've been married. She's in there now, ripping all our paper plates in half.
Took the dogs to the park working from home today hopefully get time to work on the project this afternoon
I'm being a tad lazy this morning. I'm still in bed. And my thighs are aching. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I haven't bothered going out today as my thighs are really sore. However another of our group who taken the day off said that they weren't surprised as I was "on fire" yesterday. Allegedly. Not bad for an old giffer. This afternoon I will go into town and do some shopping for gifts for my grandchildren then will go to the pub and meet my friends. I'll be out tomorrow as its our last day here.
Apparently, it’s been proven that 9 out of 10 single women who sit at home and have conversations with their cats are mentally disturbed. My dog’s full of useful information like that
My mate Dave has his own bakery business and has just won a prestigious contract with the Catholic church, baking them little communion wafers and cutting the normal price by 50%. He's branded the product "I can't believe its not Christ"
