The impossible happened.
I made a crafty thing.
As a hysterical displacement activity.
Cos MIL was discharged from hospital still psycotic.
Cos they x rayed her and discovered her hip has a hairline fracture.
Only in mental health do you leave hospital BECUASE something is broken, to the background noise of the health service frantically washing their hands of a geriactric, bed blocking, walking (well, wheelchairing), talking (without ever stopping to draw breath, possibly she has evolved to inhale through her ears thus ensuring the stream of warped conciousness never ceases for a millisecond) Medical Encyclopedia of Maladies.
But still, never mind, I shall not fall into a heap this time and not cope, having to slink off into internet hibernation while licking wounds and muttering darkly to myself, cos......look what I made (bursts with pride and fancies self as the soon to be discovered Picasso of the ...what is this decade? The teenies? S'not the noughties anymore is it ?
As the decade's artistic genius I want a special name for MY decade. /haughty sniff.
If you are on Pinterest tell me you handle so I can
Where did the fecking spellchecker go?
Don't want upgraded blogger dahsboard if my crap spelling is going to be revealed in all,its dislecsick glory.
Dislecsick English teacher. It's like I set out to make life as hard as possible for myself (: