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Ok. So a little about me. As you can probably guess from the cutesy look (which by the way is so not me) I lurve cats and I have two. They are my babies and for the millionth time NO they are not a substitute for human babies. You don't need to change their diapers for a start. Nor do you have to give them pocket money, put them through college or worry about any impending drug habit.. although Polly shows an alarming partiality to coffee... but she is our very own "special" little girl. I am also happily married to a great guy who has a PhD in annoying the life out of people and getting away with it because he's just too damn cute to stay mad at! I used to wear contacts until some ass told me that I was pretty enough to have a rich sugar daddy or have a part in "The Bold and the Beautiful". Bastard. This guy is about 150 years old, wears glasses, is bald-ing (so he doesn't even do it gracefully like Jean-Luc Picard -mmmm) and thinks that an overweight (undertall) chic with contacts, crazy hair and a couple of chins (you never know when you'll need a spare) who may just have a modicum of something vaguely resembling intelligence, should be an airhead.
Yes, I'm the girl that old guys fancy because all the babes have already LAUGHED IN THEIR FACES.
I used to be a lecturer but now I'm not. I live in this cutesy little suburban hell that kinda runs like a Stepford clock. But we've planted the seeds of doubt and hopefully it will soon disintegrate from cutesy-ness into total anarchy. Yep, hubby and I have REFUSED point blank to wash our car on Sunday dammit. The neighbors don't talk to us. We have great neighbors!
And that's a little about my odd world.