On OCCASION, Mr Woog will come home from work, observe the chaos and come and find me tippity tapping away on my computer. He will pop his head around the door and ask….
“What have you done all day?”
I think he is correctly assuming that I have done jack-shit. But not today my friends! Oh no. Not today!
Mr Woog has been away over night and I have done the following already.
Written a “trip down memory lane” post for The Hoopla. CLICK HERE but not if you are craving a sausage roll.
Found Jack’s School Shoes under his bed. It was important that he had the right school shoes because he was the recipient of a special award in assembly today. (An assembly that ran for an hour and 15 minutes. Just saying) The best part of this assembly was his teacher could not find his certificate, so when his name was called, he had to stand up on stage holding up a pretend certificate, which he did with aplomb. Because he is a natural showman and knows that the show must go on!
|Thanks Baby-Mac for my new tutu and legwarmers!|
I have also managed to do 2 loads of washing and turn a putrid pile of bananas into a couple of cakes, thanks to some mates on Twitter. (All purpose flour is actually plain flour….) They are in the oven now and are smelling fucking wicked!
|recipe? click here. There is chocolate in it.|
But what I have failed to do is to announce the winners of the Mrs Woog’s Ultimate Chillax Pack! So without further adieu here they are, direct from the Marketing cats at Allen and Unwin. If it were up to me you would have all won it, apart from the snarky entry. I might send you a cake, depending how they turn out.
Thanks for everyone who entered. If you recognise your answer in that list, please shoot me your name and address with the Subject Line YEAH I WON! IN YOUR FACE to mrswoog(at)hotmail.com and please note that the (at) should be typed using the @ symbol. I am just sick of getting emails telling me how I can grow my manhood by three inches. Oh and I have decided to keep the cakes. Care for a slice?