I have finally changed over to this newfangled Google account thingymajig. I caved under the pressure. I am not good with change, especially with techy things. Mr P is the man for that. It just makes me grumpy. Grrr.
Good lord, I have just noticed that you can put a photo on your profile! Could you do that before? Shriek, the horror.
Anyhoo, what was I saying before Blogger intimidated me??
Ah yes, I was just thinking that things are pretty boring round here at the mo. I guess an IF blog with no immediate plans for cycling will be like that. I guess it is back to the gardening, weather and teevee topics again. Wow, I am so excited at the prospect that I think I am going to pee my pants.
No, wait. That is just my age. Ahem. Have you noticed that once you get past 40, you lose a certain amount of control over your nether regions. Ahem.
I have to say in my own defense that a sneeze means your body loses all control over every muscle in your body for a split second. Just long enough for the flood gates to open, in my case. I do not even have the excuse that my nether regions have been ravaged by childbirth. Who mentioned the Panama canal????
Anyhoo again, what is with all the ugly dresses at the Oscars?
Kirsten "I smell of pee" Dunst in a Vegas paedophile version of a confirmation dress, Jennifer Hudson in that dreary brown number after so many fab frocks at other award shows, J Lo in another boring dress with what looked like fake gems around the neck (did Marc pick it????) and Beyonce??? What was she thinking? I refuse to believe that was an Armani dress she was wearing. Surely not!!! She kept saying it was a mint colour and I kept yelling "It is eau de nil, aaargh!!". Just ugh. And I reserve the worst dress award for Gwyneth. Has she sacked her stylist?
I do hope that Naomi Watts was ready to be outed as a preggers lady by the designers of her frankly ugly frock too. And I could see Nicole gnashing her teeth right by her side. Maybe that was what the ginormous bow on her shoulder was for? To sink her teeth into when it all became too much for her to bear?
I certainly cannot complain about not being entertained. Of course, I was conducting my fair and well-balanced fashion critique from the depths of my sofa, resplendent in jimjams, fleece and my perennial faves which never go out of fashion, the bunny slippers. Gorgeous!!!