Listening to? JustB Top 10

It's been a long time between posts. Long time for me. 

To keep you company while I whittle a new post out of a keyboard and a computer, here's my Top 10 With a (Licorice) Bullet over on JustB. 

It'll get you dancing, to be sure to be sure.

Disclaimer: I am dismayed I did not include any TLC in the mix. Here's some TLC to make amends to TLC. I love TLC. I mean, how could you not love TLC?! It baffles me daily. 

The Start Of Something Beautiful

Tiny started dancing lessons. Oh my. I wasn't prepared for the cute attacks that I had during the lesson. So darn cute.

During the week leading up to the class, Tiny had told me what she wanted to wear. It swung between the pendulum of fairy wear to ballet attire.

On the day? A very small tutu and her favourite t-shirt. I then pointed out that she had to wear something so no one would see her knickers. So she tossed a nightie on over the top. Eclectic ballet attire.

If you're considering signing any of your smalls up to ballet/dance - do it. You will ensure a great ab work out (from giggling) and they have such a wonderful time.

Tiny was completely pooped afterwards. Halleluljah!

Kung Fat Hei Choi!

Very, very funny. Thanks to Ike for revealing this pearl to me.

When Life Hands You Lemons

I'm not even going to pretend.

The last few weeks have been an emotional rollercoaster. And I really want to get off it, pronto.

My Mum is sick. And I'm worried.
Work is stressful. And I'm not coping.
I miss spending time with my smalls.
Some a$$hole broke my rearvision mirror - and 5 others in our street
The kids fetes are on - stress. Baking. Donating. It's never ending.
And Matt's show opens this weekend.
Right this minute, I've drunk half a bottle of wine (yep, way to control stress) and I'm dancing to this.

How are you holding up? For realz, I want to know.
And so what I was going to say is: when life hands you lemons, make a peach and raspberry tart to sell at the preschool fete. Ok? (Trust me, it's easy)

But Don't Worry Possums

Matt and I went to a fantastic dinner party on Friday night. It was super fantastic even. A grpup of peeps from Twitter. How fabulous!

Mushroom soup. Veal. The Women's Weekly pool cake. Great wine. Great company.

And there may have been a solo dance to Ceelo Green.

On the other side of the dinner party, I may have been wielding an almight hangover. Ouch.

For some reason I felt compelled to take a self-portrait. Probably because Matt never takes photos of me. Accordingly, I never appear in our photo albums. Unless I take the photos.