Life, I have come to realise, has a nasty habit of sneaking up behind you and biting you on the ass when you start to get a bit too settled.
Not content with letting you quietly get on with things, it has to throw a big spanner in the works and completely mess you up all over again.
Why does it do that?
Sorry. My OCD won.
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I'd noticed that as well. Pants.
ReplyDeleteYou know where I am...
Niki xxx
Yep... I got a big ol' chomp on the butt today myself.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, life goes on in spite of the bite marks.
Pretty much that's why we blog - right? I, for one am glad to know I'm not the only one with Life's teeth prints in my backside!
ReplyDeleteIt's a conspiracy!
ReplyDeleteLife is just mean like that sometimes. Hope you're ok.
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