Wow..amazing. I'm sorry but this is why I hate the companies that give these entitled great big useless lumps things. Em could only in her wildest dreams make something like that. And especially in her case, she probably wouldn't want to. As long as she ain't spend hundreds on the machine that greedy grabby grifters happy.I’ve just made this![]()
Same. What a loser.I don’t, he’s like a simpleton walking around M&S, pulling out of dresses and talking about how bouncy they are! Man up ffs![]()
The Mum will be fucking buzzed to have the TV to herself, and not be forced to sit through back-to-back eps of ‘Goodnight Sweetheart’.Poor Chris, I bet he was looking forward to some peace and quiet. Having time away, socialising with colleagues. No, she has to pee on his parade. And make it all about her. Although her Mum is probably jumping with joy!!
The mini greenhouse was just something she could stick Cricut vinyls on...... to make sure she adheres to the one #AD per month for cricut......I just watch with pure fascination as to how she has time to piss about with a cricut for hours on endFuriously fanning herself. My god.
Why did she get dressed up to go to the garden centre?
Hilarious that people are telling her the mini greenhouse is pointless for her herbs and that they all need bigger pots. Clearly she’s done zero research on growing anything!
Is she....how did that happen? I wonder if bubbbbzzzzOoooh so Candy is pregnant. Em is not gonna like this!
I wouldn't feel sorry for her. She's a narcissist. She loves being the centre of attention. She doesn't feel sorry for people that are struggling. Rubbing it in how much free shit she gets gifted. She boils my piss tbhI know that (unfortunately) it seems to be the only thing she finds fulfilling in life but my god don't all her dinner parties just seem like the absolute worst. Absolutely shite food, god awful cakes that she insists on making, the over the top plastic tat gift-bags 'for the table' every single time and half of B&M and Poundland seasonal aisle strung up or shoved on any available surface. It's the same thing every single time and it's several times a year - you'd surely start dreading it if you were someone who had to go. Pandering to it must be exhausting.
It's really one of the only times I almost feel a bit sorry for Em, when she's planning her parties. Simply because it all just comes across as a desperate way to feel wanted and needed or as some sort of matriarch or motherly figure providing food and home-baked cakes for everyone, doing little party bags and planning contrived games, making herself a bar and an outside kitchen so jut so she can position herself as the heart of the family social circle and make it a place everyone flocks to (in her own mind). I think she really enjoys thinking they all rely on her for this type of thing.