What a bitch
That Miss Pickering is so sweet, such a lovely girl, marvellous manners and she has that beautiful dog.
That's because they don't read my tweets, or look deep enough into my eyes to see the murderous look i sometimes get. I try to keep this side of me hidden, but sometimes even i, sweet Miss P. can just be a plain old bitch.
Like this morning at the vets, i waited 30 minutes for my appointment, and then she told me The Hound was fat. I wasn't pleasant back to her, i was wrong, i have now have to go back and apologise. I hate that.
Then 2 brides emailed me this morning, one was Emily who i know very well, one was somebody i don't. They both got similar emails, that to all intense and purposes said:
I am going to ignore every word you say, because you are now only 3 days away from your wedding, and you are therefore irrational. All brides are. Don't worry about the flowers, let me do that, you should be worrying that you are about to commit yourself to a man for the rest of your life, and be drinking champagne.
Emily totally got it, the other bride, did too. Thank god.
I now need somebody to be a bitch to me, I am stressing that i still have nothing to wear to Emily's wedding, is he coming with me or not? Have you seen the price of flowers this week? The vet practically accused me of neglect, i have eaten many carbs before marbs.
Thankfully The Mother Hen is popping in. I am hoping for a slap, and a pull yourself together.
In other news, i have more medicine bottles, these have coloured liquids in. Let's not go there.
and copper pans, i hung up the rack, we are taking bets on how long before it comes crashing down, and also how much damage it does in the process. Science corner has become domestic science corner.
See Jenny, it's not always rainbows and butterflies here, don't be homesick. x
Posted by Miss Pickering at 12:01 PM