I miss FB a little because today would be a good day for me to write: “I am soooooo sick of the rainnnnnnnnnn in Londonnnnnnnnn.” Also, I keep thinking if I give FB a chance, I may discover the next brilliant addition to stfu, parents. Please don’t click on that link if you don’t want to see something gross. Oversharey SAHM-haters though, click away.
We leave for Spain tomorrow. A jaunt away for the Easter holiday break. Not that the UK would acknowledge the two days of bank holidays are for Easter. That is just a coincidence. Jonah’s nursery wanted to do a theme dress day for Easter to support its “equality, diversity and cultural” initiatives. They suggested chicks or bunnies as good embellishments. I personally didn’t feel a bunny would sufficiently promote cultural diversity and I fretted about outfit possibilities for days at work. Until my officemate suggested a onesie/babygrow with a screenprinted Caravaggio crucifixion scene on it. Just an idea for those of you still planning your Sunday best. Or as Bryan’s 93 year-old grandfather would say: Sundee.
Productivity in this office generally is at an all-time low, what with the news of Ricky Martin coming out. Obviously.