She's here!

Although a slightly belated announcement, I thought it was time I got my arse into gear

to post something about my new bundle o'joy -- Baby E (a.k.a. Hiccup, a.k.a. Squeakers).

Born October 9th, 2013, weighing 9lbs2oz -- via c-section. 

No pushing was required.

Thanks so much for everyone's well wishes on The Twitter & emails.

Love and hugs to you all!

Who's a big boy?

I'm supposed to be taking a break this week, but I just couldn't stay away. Ya know why? Because it was Brandon's birthday. Gawd fucking dammit, I do love birthdays. And I also love Brandon, so really, I had no choice. This one's for you, darling.

Also? It's February 1st. Yay! Ya know what that means? 

It's #WWTFIFLF Month. 

I've made a widget because I'm a keener like that. Add it to all/any of your posts this month and link back here. 

Why? Because it's wonderfully pointless... and it has a swearzie, so it's automatically awesome. 

I MAY BE CHOOSING A RANDOM WINNER TO GET COOL SHIT. 

WE SHALL SEE...

Coming up on Friday is Foxy and a great guest post about sex, marriage and finding those little moments.

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Sweaty... what?

Guess who had a birthday?

Here's to also wishing everyone a fabulous holiday.  See? Birthday AND festive wishes in the same post - I'm a mutherfucking cheapskate, right? Deal with it, yo! (Yes, I mean you... and you, but not you.)

I will be currently experiencing a severe meltdown, as it is my very first year hosting both Christmas and Boxing Day dinners. Pray for my family that I don't poison them all, because, really, they're probably fucked.

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Photo Source: The Feisty Goat Pub

Squawk!

It was Multitasking Mumma's birthday and she was trying to be all like "Ohh, I don't care about it this year."
OK, so as to not put words in other people's mouths, this is how it actually went down on The Twitter:

Blardy blar blargh. 

Well, darling - because you don't care so much, here's me totally not caring right back...

SQUAWK!

Love ya, darling.

Think of me... think of me fondly.

Last week was Jill's birthday. Yeah. Good Times. I thought I should have made her something since she went through all the trouble of helping me illustrate my lovely Cock-A-Doodle... Purple story, but I wasn't sure what. Then, my wonderful friend, Sweaty was doing her best to whore my posts (lord only knows why, but it's totally fucking appreciated) and she asked Jill if she had read my post about my new toy and how masturbation has exponentially improved my life these days. She had. She hinted that she had partook in some birthday self-love and thus is what followed:

Fucking loved it! I felt inspired after this conversation and then knew exactly what I needed to make for her birthday present, which I would make with my own two hands... and stolen borrowed images off the internet. Ta-da!