I thought it wasn't her egg either? I thought I'd read that here...

I don't know any people like those you hypothesise. So there's that.

Which is why all my friends have “dibs” on my frocks and bonnets to wear on that day!

My actual, factual motto is, “If in doubt, overdress! Nobody was ever offended by you treating their event as something special.” It's going on my headstone.

The thing which has made me immune to the evils of photoshop is that, due to my old job as a dress fitter, I’ve seen hundreds of real women in their underwear. Thus I know the wondrous variety of the human female form. And that even grownups like cartoon knickers.

I’m not a fan of people carrying bigass blades around the place. Also, It’d be a little difficult to accidentally injure five people with one sword in a split second.

I’m not American. There is no “right to bear arms” shaped slot in my brain. I will never understand the ‘need’.

I do this!! I get my friends to bring them for me from their travels too. My Christmas Tree groans slightly when I put them all on.

I have one of those! It was my Gran’s. Full working order, maintained by my Granda. 😌

I was told in all seriousness that I was going to turn my son orange, because the only vegetable he would happily eat at nursery was carrot. He ate other things at home, but as carrot was his favourite, he’d eat it without prompting. Judgey McJudgerson’s kid was knocking hell out of the other kids at this point,…

As a Catholic Feminist, I’m afraid that I find her comments bang on the money. My brothers either still live at home with my widowed mother, or moved back in after their divorces. I have done my own laundry and cooking since I was at school, my brothers’ is still done by our Mother. She angrily refused to do anything…

We can build a treehouse and never leave!

You are directly telegraphing all my thoughts to the world. Pray continue!

I have never before been rendered apoplectic with rage by a “straw”. The proverbial back breaker, I guess.

One of my hubs’ colleagues got married in a local museum, the reception being in the attached Victorian Glasshouse/ conservatory. Cue unseasonable rain, and us discovering that the beautiful roof hasn’t stayed watertight through the decades. The buffet table with sandwiches etc. got dripped on somewhat, but on the…

I have married people named Steve one and one half times. Where was your government then, huh?!

Cartoon made flesh. “Human” might be a bit of a stretch...

I googled “first aid kid”!

I want to squeeze the tiny glasses-wearing babies so much! They look like itty bitty librarians. 😍

My friend’s baby has teeny tiny little glasses. They have red frames. She’s only 18 months old, and is. So. Freaking. Cute. I CAN’T BEGIN TO EVEN...!!!