Happy Mothers Day for Sunday Mum!
(even though she doesn't read this... and thank fuck for that! My poor Mum has put up my bullshit - especially my naughty late teen / early 20's - I look like an angel... but we all know I'm a the fucking devil in disguise! haha)
I've just returned from driving the 100km's return trip to drop Micko off at work this morning.... two super early mornings in a row? And I'm self employed? Well now, that's just weird!
One the way back, you'll have to forgive me, but I stopped in at Macca's for a drive through breakfast - Bacon and Egg McMuffin meal - includes a coffee (a McCafe coffee - just to clarify). Usually, when I get one it's way too fucking hot! I can pretty much peel the roof of my mouth off afterwards with my tongue - and I feel it imperative to also mention I grew up in a footy club so my mouth is quite used to placing burning hot things in it (and, no... I'm not referring to cock! I wasn't the club whore - just ate a shitload of smoking hot pies and straight out of the fryer chips).
I left the coffee in the cup holder that I had to ask for... damn you 1992 Camry wagon with no cup holders, central locking or electric windows (I'm kicking it old school in my shitbomb wagon - thinking a Mitsubishi Outlander with be my next major purchase - maybe before end of financial year - I gots to get me some decent deductions!).
So, I drank the coffee not 5 minutes ago... waited the whole way home so I wouldn't end up with 3rd degree burns inside my cockhole cakehole.... and I've already had my morning dump! Thank you coffee!
Already, I'm going fucking mental! I literally feel like I've choked down a couple of lines - and yes, to your horror, I do know that feeling well - please don't hate me! I'm no junky. (It has been a while, my old white friend).
I'll be lucky to get out of this morning without having eaten the insides of my mouth... or worse, with a bloody migraine!
Anycrappymcdonaldscoffee... The reason I had to drop Micko off was because we are heading up to Byron this arvo to spend the weekend with friends (and their precious little new cherub 'Liberty Grace')... and for Mothers Day (taking the Mother-in-law out for dinner).
So, I'd like to end this post with a little shout out (can you tell I worked in radio? Next I'll be offering you all 'Icey cold cans of Coke'!) to all those Mummy bloggers that fly past here... whether it's every day, or once in a while... HAPPY MOTHERS DAY bitches!
Hope you get breakfast in bed... it's the very least your husbands and little bumpers could do!