esquare!
how are you? eh no lah, my fil still very much alive and kicking. i believe he has very strong selective hearing (he just one ear in one ear out with his wife and son) so he's a very steady man.
and spending money on skin care isn't a bad thing. your skin will thank you 10 yrs from now.
holly
hahahaha you vacuumed your dog! actually last time i was quite tempted to vacuum my cat too, but she scratched me to shreds lah.
bbp
hey have you called JG? if you're joining monday 1130am, i want too! (now got more incentive to get out of house every day lah)
my bil's son
oh actually the poor boy, he's 2 and a half. he's not nasty y'know. but he just has this thing about wanting anything that pomfret is interested in for that moment. he's not a bad kid, he's just.... so sticky. he keeps wanting to drag her everywhere, but she doesn't want to go. he keeps holding to her toys hoping to entice her to go to him, or to play with him i think. but she just doesn't want! so it's like pomfret has a stalker. a stalker who intercepts you enroute to your toys. and then don't give back to you.
so i feel like, every day at home, it's so trying for the adults to keep the peace. and then the silly bil just comes back and criticizes pomfret when his own son does things like throwing the toys around and spilling drinks and all that too.
just now pomfret was holding to my cup (china cup? breakable that is) then i went to get water to pour for her. she came after me, fell and dropped the cup. so it crashed onto the floor and broke right? so then all the adults are in shock. but quickly pick her up, check her if she got cut, and proceeded to clean up the floor. bil just stood there, and said in an authoritative manner 'and that's why you only use plastic cups. or melamine. unbreakable. so it doesn't break. that's why you, my boy, don't run around with cups' and i'm like thinking, do you mind leaving the preaching for later?
my emo-ness
what i really dislike about sahm-ness, is that all day long you give and give and give to the child, and then you give and give and give to the family, and got nobody friendly to talk to face to face. i keep making mountains out of molehills (see how much i'm whining tonight) i'm quite sure i'm gonna turn into those weird aunties who go to market with curlers still in their hair, in their pyjamas, start talking to themselves, and start repeating the same thing over and over to the hawker stall owners....
oh gosh.