Brag Space

I reckon Facebook should be renamed Brag Space don't you? I know I'm guilty of bragging incessently on Facebook. About how beautiful and funny my children are and what a great country I live in. 

I think I do a fair bit of bragging on here too. I'm definately going to indulge in a little bragging now. I've just had one of my treasuries included in a fab Etsy Treasury AND I've learned how to do a screen capture (so I don't have to bother my lovely friend Cat to do it for me anymore). Here's the treasury:

Isn't it cool? That's my brooch down there on the left. You can go and have a closer look at it here but be quick because it only lasts a day or two.

One other reason I use Facebook is to garner sympathy. For instance, when something like this goes on in my living room.

Yes. That's right. It's a mountain bike. In pieces.  In the lounge. And look who is helping (well after yesterday's post, that didn't surprise you did it?).

I also like to pass on useful information. Helpful tips for good living that I pick up along the way. One gem that not many of you will know is that bootleg jeans, whilst flattering to the figure, are not good when trying to catch mice.

Image from here

You know what's coming don't you? The *#$%! Cat (insert favourite expletive of your choice), brought a live mouse into the house the other night. The last time he did that, we failed to get it off him and it disappeared under the TV unit and we didn't get rid of it for a couple of days. There was no way I was letting that happen again so I crawled under the dining room table where the mouse was being held captive by a very excited Kipper. The thing took the opportunity to bolt for its life, ran around the back of me and failed to reappear. It was only when I stood up that I felt the tiny claws making their way up my leg. It was passed my knee when I cornered it with my hands. The very helpful other half was giving me advice like "Just take it outside and shake your leg". There was no way I was letting it go up any further so I had to bite the bullet, stick my hands down my jeans and grab it. You should have seen me run out the door with that thing. I think I broke World records. Needless to say, I needed a very stiff drink and a shower after that.

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