Grave Digger
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
Sundays are spent at my parents house, The Child and The baby, without The Husband. My Dad is not at all educated on the ins and outs of "Monster Jam" (Monster Truck tournaments etc) which has been the topic du jour for several months now as far as The Child is concerned. He was dancing round their lounge proclaiming "I'm a Monster Truck" when The baby decided to exclaim "I want to be a Grave Digger". My Dad blanched thinking that i'd had a relapse in my recovering Goth status and had infected The Baby with gothyness. That was until I informed him through splutters of laughter that Grave Digger is one of the champion Monster Trucks. Duh.
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The somewhat inane ramblings of a semi-crunchy 30-something stay at home mum based in the NW of the UK. Mum of Thing One (10yrs), Thing Two (8yrs) and The Dude (5yrs) & Moomin (Born Aug 2014). Wife of the long suffering Husband.
In search of the meaning of life, sanity and Gin.
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