Trialling a beauty treatment earlier (watch out for the blog post Mums – I’m totes impressed already!) it comes up that I’m lurching towards my 41st birthday.
‘You’re 41?!’ the aesthetician exclaims. ‘Oh my God! You don’t look it…’
*head swells*
‘…that’s the same age as my Mum!’
*head deflates and flies off shoulders, zooms around in circles before landing in a crumpled pile on the floor*

















LOL…Awww!! Well I didn’t think you were 41!!
You’re not close enough to see the cracks in my foundation… 😉
LOL too. xxx
OHHHH! that reminds me of the time some hipsters in a diner asked Alice Harold and I what face cream we were using. We thought they were being sweet UNTIL they added that they wanted to know so they could tell their mums.
BURN.