Crap crap crappity crap! (can I say crap on a blog?)
A badly named volcano in Iceland decides to erupt after 200 goddam years and co-ordinates it perfectly with my husband's first ever trip to Africa! What are the chances??? With centuries to plan its eruption, one would assume the lava spewer would pick a better time. Grrrrrrrr.
So while my sunny beautiful weekend has been ruined by a cloud of ash, my husband is making the best of the volcanic explosion, and has gone on a wild life safari, petted a cheetah, gorged on some sinful personalised dessert ...
... and is now getting a massage! More Grrrrrrrrrr
Here I am sitting in my PJs, on a mountain of washed laundry waiting to be folded... I can't help but spew venom! Much more Grrrrrrrrrrr