I wonder how much shite she’s going to be gifted by random fucktards for her first mummaz day, it’s going to be vom inducing. I’m surprised she doesn’t already own some kind of tacky top with “Handsnums mummaz” in sparkly Disney font. There will be post upon posts of pictures/videos of Ronnie and Henry with power ballads over the top, with her crying crocodile tears asking how did she get so lucky.
I’ll be avoiding her page like the plague on Mother’s Day, it’s a difficult day for me (and many, many others) for various reasons and I’ll be spending it with my family and getting cuddles from my 2 step sons when they come back to us from their mums for our week.
She doesn’t realise how lucky she is, she has a life we all aspire to, no money worries, being able to be home all day with your child and husband, a house they’ve no doubt paid off in full by now and a fur baby (I love dogs, but Henry is a twit) yet she spends her days wanking her taps, creaming her knickers at the sight of Home Bargains, eating pond water and pining her shitter, she’s been given (or bought) this privileged life and this is how she spends it. Grabbing everything with her claw hands, her home bursting at the seams with gifted stuff she’s probably forgotten what half of it is, or has multiples. She could do give aways her sheep would fall over themselves for, give things away to woman’s aids/shelters/child care facilities the list is endless. Be kind, and encourage acts of kindness rather than being so bloody pleased your parents now have 2 kitchens. duck the duck off!!
Sorry for the rant, she’s getting to me today more than usual the quicker her bubble bursts the better xx
I bet even if I offered one of my dogs a mug shot they’d turn their noses up at it (not that I even have that tit in the house)
Jesus wept
