We had a lot of fun this evening, going through the script for our wedding. Giggles galore. And now I just want to take this very clean, respectful script and be a completely immature and disrespectful bastard about it; we certainly had way too much fun doing that. Behold the cut down offensive version in all its glory. Easily offended? Stop reading. It’s going to be weird.
Mollie got this little fairy postbox for Christmas and it’s actually proving to be quite a cute yet educational tool for helping her to learn to write. We’ve done two letters to date. The cutest thing is that whilst Mollie is learning to read and write via phonics, her spelling is very much in line with how things sound (for reasons that should be obvious).
I don’t usually partake in silly things like dry January, detoxes, fad diets and such. In fact, I have been known on occasion to scorn these types of things, seeing them as the unnecessary and unrealistic setting of unachievable standards. The rebellious side of me (completely without a cause, as usual) doesn’t always like putting names onto things; “I’m on a diet” seems a bit too much like a Thing, and much less like an ongoing lifestyle choice. But then just to completely contradict myself, knowing that I have gotten a little on the big side in the last year; I’ve actually gone on a Diet to make me Healthy.