… but I’m committed. I shall dress cute every Saturday even if we don’t have Champagne to drink. It’s a GrassPunk tradition.
OOoooo. Tough one. I’ve not worn that brown, slinky number since our dear friend Bassam married his lovely lady ( still married. two cute kids. a dress worth a wedding ). I think I can manage.
Food on the table. We eat. We tidy. Kids plugged in. Mr. Green on. Okay, I think we’re ready for Pick Of The Pops. Brent is showered and has cleaned up nicely. K. I’m freezing writing this. Happy Saturday! Dress nice!