Jays howeya Thursday
Have an aul blather with us
Morning all, happy Thursday!
My stomach is turning here – the woman sitting opposite me on the train has spent the entire journey rooting around in her nostrils slowly and thoughtfully and thoroughly and then making breakfast of the yield.
Lynnie – eeww! eewww! eeeeewwwwwwwwwww!
lynnieee …… gggrrrrooooosssssss!
the man in front of me on tuesday on the bus smelled of dog, really strongly. thankfully he got up and left after two stops … public transport is dodgy like that!
Thanks for sharing that Lynnie… You do see some unbelievable things on public transport!
Morning…that is soooooo gross Lynnie…man im so tried..had a great nights sleep but still wreaked…can wait for a lie in on Sat..
is anyone else sleeping all the hours god sends at the mo and still tired ? i am blaming it on january, being broke etc but my boyf thinks there is something medically wrong with me
Hockeysticks, I hear ya, am so tired. Wake up every morning excited by the thought of getting back into bed the next night…. am just exhausted! Putting it doen to getting over my illness of last week though.
Hockeysticks – absolutely. Was so exhausted last night – had an early night and the best sleep ever – but still am tired now. It’s awful.
Ok, you have most likely all seen this already as its doing the rounds, but I think its great and so apt for this miserable month, so here goes:
Twas the month after Christmas,
and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me,
not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled,
the chocolate I’d taste
At the holiday parties
had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales
there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store
(less a walk than a lumber),
I’d remember the marvellous meals I’d prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”
As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt…
I said to myself, as I only can,
“You can’t spend a winter, disguised as a man!”
So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won’t have a cookie, not even a lick.
I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie.
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore…
But isn’t that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet.
Bunny, very good your poem!
Today is grey and dull but I have a dinner this evening with a friend from Manchester.
Have a nice day!
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