Yesterday, out of sheer boredom before work, I lay in bed, squishing objects in my room. At first, I squished our bedroom lampshade (which Nicole thought looked like a lady part!)
Then I squished my foot
I squished Ellie
The knob on my slow cooker. this slow cooker is a monster 6L and when you turn the knob for real, you need two hands.... its that big in real life! PS: Cooking Beef Bourginon
I squished the dog on his blankety covered chair
I squished my Hunters at the hairdressers
And I couldnt leave Mark out - being squished on the mantle
Yes, Im 41 years old and no, Im not ready for the loony bin.
My instagrammers are all catching on......could we make this squishing a trend?
But not real squishing, though, because that would be then classed as murder and Im not ready to do porridge for that.
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