...And this....

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..is a perfect example of why i won't live with a man!

Clearly the bottom drawer is just that little bit too far away for him to be able to put the PJ's in it.................WTF!?


Thank the Lord he only stays round once in a blue moon...... Couldn't handle it.

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Jill Green said…
Hi Sarah,

Haven't been on your blog in awhile. Love the new Fb pic of you and your son. Was checking in to see how you're doing. You sound so much better hon! Keep being you!! xx And ps.- Screw the boyfriend ,literally & figuratively ;-)
24/03/2012, 16:56
Sarah♥ said…
Hi Jill and Thank you... I have to MAKE him smile... Well, he is a teenager after all ;)

I'm doing much better thank you... Still got most of the symptoms i was experiencing before i 'lost the plot' so i'm thinking maybe not anxiety since i am not anxious... but at least now i am not freaking out over them, nor am i running to the doctors... :)

Yes, screw the BF! A-hole....lolol

Hope you're well and thank you for commenting :)

xxxx
24/03/2012, 16:58
Unknown said…
Hi Sarah,just incase you were confused it's me vinny with little Teegan,well not so little now as just over 8 months wow time flies,i have changed my blog to a beauty one and made my own sorta beauty style youtube channel so you can actually see me and hear me talk which was murder may i add as never spoken to a camera b4 and yes makes me really anxious mad eh lol but i would love you to subscribe to both if you would like,hope your ok and this weather better stay,love hugs vinny xxxx
littlemissstyleguru on here and same on youtube xx
28/03/2012, 22:11
Sarah♥ said…
I sweet, so happy to hear from you. Hope you're okay lovely!! xxxx

I will subscribe right away, i love a beauty blog, you know what i'm like with my products :)

xxx
28/03/2012, 22:37
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