Right you lot, I'm off on holiday for a week.
Actually I'm going to see Son (and hopefully sun), so it might not be that much of a holiday for me. He's probably hoping I'll help him tidy his room, cook dinner every night, then lend him some money so he can meet his mates in the pub.
How will you cope without me ?
I'll tell you how. I've organised a couple of treats for you . . . .
As to what they are, well you'll just have to wait and see.
I'm sure you're gonna love them.
But you see what a good Bo Peep I really am, while I was busy thinking about sun tan lotion, plane tickets and how the fuck I'm going to de-fuzz my legs (anyone want to lend me a strimmer) that haven't been waxed since the last time I got lucky which was . . . well. . . a while ago, I was also thinking about you my lovely flock.
Keep and eye out and I'll see you all when I get back.
Yes there will be pictures and no they will not be of me in a bikini.
|This is where I'll be . . .|
For the duration of my holiday I am turning comment moderation off, so if the pervert whose remarks I have spared you the pleasure of decides to leave me another message about my tits please ignore him.
I suspect he's really a 40 year old virgin sat in skiddy pants in his mommys basement and not the stud he seems to want me to think he is.
Thanks for all your comments, following, reading, and the pleasure I get (no, mr pervert not that kind of pleasure) from reading your blogs too :)
I love you all, even if I call you sheep.