Shattered

Have thought about doing this for ages, so, here it goes. I'm finally sitting down, dog has returned from his other house, wherever that may be - he lives elsewhere every other 3 days and every other 3 days with us.

Helped B make a Clone cake. Child in question is convinced it's a Storm Trooper but, being the sometimes proud mammy of three little boys ( and wife of one big boy - not boasting he's just a big frickin' kid ) I know my clones from my troopers. Kids behaved in B's house and turned into monsters in car on way home. Why do they do that?

Anway, glass of cider in one hand now, dog on knee and time to start internet shopping. Need solar powered disco ball.