fudge it

sister #4: so, are you going to blog about sister #5's birthday?
me: no way! she'll batter me, innit!

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she was worried it might be the dad.

4am, time for the boy's second feed last night. feeling grumpy i pick up the bottle from the last feed and a cereal bowl sister #4 left lying around. make my grumpy way to the stairs, making my way grumpily down. my grumpy feet slip, so i land on my grumpy butt and thud-thud-thud all the way down the stairs.

the mother: who was that?
me: it's me.
the mother: oh that's all right then.

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brother #4 is always telling me about the strange conversations he has with a friend of his. the other week he was talking about how 'keith ledger had died' and this week was no different. they were at a place called charcoal chicken, yeah...

friend: that notice says, 'food produced using non-stunned chickens'. what does non-stunned mean?
brother #4: it means that just before the chickens died, they weren't stunned but slightly bemused.
friend: oh, ok.

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i get a new phone today, which is like, nothing new.

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nephew #4 is crazy about lazytown. he even has a lazytown tracksuit. he was in the kitchen today sharing a giant plate of chips with the nieces, and i was making sandwiches for the nieces because the dinner ladies are on strike tomorrow. sister #5 arrives.

sister #5: i'm sportacus.
me: no, i'm sportacus!
niece #1: no, i'm sportacus!
niece #4: no, i'm sportacus!
niece #5: no, i'm sportacus!
niece #3: can i have a nutella sandwich?

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