Miserable Times Indeed!

You bet your sweet ass I do Ridge.

Miserable times here today at WoogsWorld. Miserable indeed. I woke up with a thousand little devils sticking hot pokers into my uterus with all the passion and gusto they could muster. Bastards. I complained to Mr Woog, and he told me that was natures way of letting me know that I was a woman. Bastard! 

It is rainy and cold and gloomy outside and I keep treading on snails, sometimes with bare feet, which is making me very emo indeed.

Harry could not find his shoes for the millionth time in as many days. I told him that I simply did not care what he wore to school. Paper bags on each foot tied up with a rubber band? That will do.

We were out of bread and milk this morning and that simple act, which normally I could not give a toss about, put me on the path of housewifery/motherly/domestic-slave feelings of inadequacy that could only be fixed with a Baker's Delight Caramelised Onion Twist, washed down with a Naprogesic chaser.

Miserable times indeed!

Also, I am a bit anxious about the Media Watch show tonight. I was interviewed last week about Social Media and they have a special on it tonight (I think it is tonight) I might not be quoted at all (cross fingers) but I know that if I am, it will be about where I blabbed on and on and on about journalism and bloggers and bias.

And what I meant to say was that BLOGGERS are biased and journalists really are not supposed to be, but I was dead tired at the end of a long day and said it the other way around. 

As soon as I hung up, I thought "Oh Fuck...."

They say that Media Watch is a fantastic show, until you end up on it.

Thank GOD for people that make me smile. Like this.....

And this post here....... also about Ridge.

What advice would you give to a gal with a stabby uterus and a mild case of the blues?