Smirnoff’s Lime Vodka tastes great and goes down really well
Letting your Saturday evening dinner guests have a look round the cellar whilst the 5 year old turns off the light is mildly amusing
Telling your friend’s husband that he has hands like a werewolf is not polite
Watching your husband stick his nipple through the hole in a place mat at your dinner party on Saturday night, whilst your friend’s husband flicks it, however funny at the time … will never be right and will haunt you
Diet Coke and lard does not cure a Smirnoff Lime Vodka hangover
If my children are left to their own devices early in the morning they will make their own breakfast consisting of custard creams and raisins
Three rounds of paracetamol does not cure a Smirnoff Lime hangover
Getting the 5 year old to tell her friend from next door to “go away and come back later” through the letterbox is fine, because it’s midday and you are all still in your pyjamas
The smell of chicken madras lingers for at least 24 hours, the after effects of chicken madras last longer
16 Comments on "Things I have learnt at the weekend …"
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha sounds like a great night to me !!!!
Sounds like an interesting weekend!
It’s now Wednesday and I’m hoping your hangover is subsiding. That lime vodka stuff sounds dangerous.
What did you do about the lime vodka hangover as I have a banging one this morning and I have no paracetamol and no means of getting in a Big Mac. I want to die. When will I learn not to play out on a school night !!!
Well it could have been worse. It could have been your nipple.
(Very funny post!)
It sounds like you had a good weekend?
The nipple thing. Wrong, wrong, just so very wrong.
I learned very similar things at the weekend. Isn’t it lovely to learn something new?
I have the image of flicked nipples emblazoned on my retina.
Thanks for that.
P.S Everyone knows that a Big Mac, fries, coffee and orange juice is the only hangover cure that works
P.P.S Just imaging the keyword searches you’ll get from this one….hehehee!
*Makes notes* Thank you, that was very illuminating. Too illuminating, in regard to the nipple. I’m haunted too and I didn’t even see it.
So where does one procure Smirnoff Lime Vodka?
Hi there
I’ve just started this mummy blogging lark and happened upon your blog! You are so funny. I cannot imagine my husband doing such unimaginable things at the dinner table!
Perhaps it’s worth hiring a babysitter for the Sunday morning as well as the Saturday night from now on.
Hmmm… men’s nipple play. Haunting doens’t even begin to cover it.
Eeeeew sounds messy.
Nipple play at the dinner table is wholly innapropriate.
That’s lucky! Left briefly to her own devices at 5.30am our nearly 2 year sets up a toy piano outside our room and plays free jazz for a bit then empties the fridge of yoghurt.
Nipple incident. I suspect being haunted is entirely appropriate.
Oh my Baby, thees is good post. It make me wanna sing. I likea da “Go away and come back later” as it remind me of my bigga heet, “A different corner.”
My friend Andrew he used to likea da chicken madras but he stank like a &*&%$.
I prefer da breakfast you like but would eat it in front of EastEnders at night time. I dream of feeding Hev raisins and custard creams.