Beans.
American Idol. Post coming tomorrow.
Lip gloss. Fuchsia pink. Tomorrow for the hell of it.
Fairy cakes. Cute. Silly. Some with silver balls.
Early evening sunshine. So unlike my dismal morning. Brit wev at it's most mercurial.
Rosemary bush needs tinkering with.
Eurovision Song Contest on Saturday. Outrageousness fest.
Guiness. Straight. Not mixed with cider Sweetie.
Adam Lambert. A star is born. To brighten our lives.
Face lifts. Proper one. Sellotape doesn't hold.
Danny Gokey. Wish I was locked in a cupboard with him.
Neck rub. Creaked at three. Hard work is ageing me.
Beans.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Hey about that cider? No not with Guiness. As far as Danny, his emotion is keeping him there. His story is something to make us all pause. Better yet, he can sing.
Jerry from the coast
Thanks Jezza, don't breathe a word to me about the outcome, otherwise you're dead meat.
The Queen
Post a Comment