In a bid to get fitter, Sophie bought us a pedometer each. She is VERY competitive about doing the most steps a day. Apparently the losers have to make the winner a cup of tea each however I fail to see how this is any different from normal.
Me: 2323 steps
Matt: 3398 steps. Now that we are emailing this we are definately losers!
Sophie: 3751, ahead, as per usual.
Me: Matthew that is the quickest you have ever replied to an email. This has obviously GRIPPED you.
Sophie: Matt would reply but he’s currently running laps of the car park
Monday 6 July 2009
Sunday 5 July 2009
soapier
Sophie: Jess, just thought i’d tell you that now, whenever someone at work makes a bit of a cock up someone else will do a mental comparison and then say ‘it’s not as bad as the phone soap’. I didn’t even start it!! Phone Soap has become the barometer for when we do something stoopid.
So far nothing has actually been deemed worse than Phone Soap.
Sadie: Oh F***CK AM I LAUGHING!!!!!!!!!!!
Jess: Yeh, of COURSE YOU'D be laughing!!!
Sadie: F*cking priceless that.
So far nothing has actually been deemed worse than Phone Soap.
Sadie: Oh F***CK AM I LAUGHING!!!!!!!!!!!
Jess: Yeh, of COURSE YOU'D be laughing!!!
Sadie: F*cking priceless that.
Saturday 4 July 2009
soapy still
Sophie: Titch – the soap has gone unmentioned today until now. My fave ever bit was when you said it had no signal.
Me: And mine! Am at Titches now. Dad is fixing her machine. He is filthy. He is telling me about the last time he fixed her machine and how he pulled so much wire out (from her reinforced bra) that he could have build a rabbit hutch.
Me: Just realised this also sending to dad. Sorry for being a snitchnose dad. He is lying in a load of moss and dirt right now for you though. I think i'll have to make him run behind my car as it has been cleaned.
Jess: How's Mark getting on? Is he ok?
Me: There is a lot of grumbling and bad language going on... You should probably brace yourself.. plus my padders is filthy.
Jess: Oh god........your padders is filthy, that has nothing to do with me or my washing machine..........
Me: Har.....
hold the phone.... might be sorted......
... or not... what i just heard "fucking stupid thing"
Jess: Oh laughing........... Poor Mark, he's amusing us all here tho............
Me: ME: Dad, Jess wants an update
Dad: I am keeping my fingers crossed
So there you go. Current action for you there.
Plus he is eating sweets.
It is flippin cold in here as the backdoor is open. My boobs are so cold. For reals. Being a plumbers mate ain't glamorous that is for sure.
Jess: There's a lovely hoodie hanging in the hall dude, keep you warm, he found sweets? oh yeh sucky ones, he is a trooper....
so are you................
Me: Update, live - Dad: We're really getting there now Ro!! . . . I think.
Sadie: Laughing at Mark not allowed in the newly cleaned car. What did you clean it with? A bar of mobile, or the more traditional bar of soa?
Jess: OH HA HA HA HA HA!!! and what pray tell is a SOA? Sadie.on.acid?
Sophie: Yep Jess, try and shift who we are laughing at here…. I would too.
Sadie :F*******king LAUGHED so so much at that!
Me: I tried using my mobile but it really wasn't shifting the dirt
Jess: Oh for the love of god......... m*therf*cker, i'm advising you to shut your c*ckholster before i tie you're whor*ass into a pretzel.
Sadie: Madam!
Me: I think we're pretty safe. I mean, Jessica could threaten to shoot me or whatever but she'd probably be picking up a banana and not a gun
Sadie: FUNNY FUNNY!
Sophie: HA
HAHHAHAHAHHAHAH
Jess: bollo**s.
Me: And mine! Am at Titches now. Dad is fixing her machine. He is filthy. He is telling me about the last time he fixed her machine and how he pulled so much wire out (from her reinforced bra) that he could have build a rabbit hutch.
Me: Just realised this also sending to dad. Sorry for being a snitchnose dad. He is lying in a load of moss and dirt right now for you though. I think i'll have to make him run behind my car as it has been cleaned.
Jess: How's Mark getting on? Is he ok?
Me: There is a lot of grumbling and bad language going on... You should probably brace yourself.. plus my padders is filthy.
Jess: Oh god........your padders is filthy, that has nothing to do with me or my washing machine..........
Me: Har.....
hold the phone.... might be sorted......
... or not... what i just heard "fucking stupid thing"
Jess: Oh laughing........... Poor Mark, he's amusing us all here tho............
Me: ME: Dad, Jess wants an update
Dad: I am keeping my fingers crossed
So there you go. Current action for you there.
Plus he is eating sweets.
It is flippin cold in here as the backdoor is open. My boobs are so cold. For reals. Being a plumbers mate ain't glamorous that is for sure.
Jess: There's a lovely hoodie hanging in the hall dude, keep you warm, he found sweets? oh yeh sucky ones, he is a trooper....
so are you................
Me: Update, live - Dad: We're really getting there now Ro!! . . . I think.
Sadie: Laughing at Mark not allowed in the newly cleaned car. What did you clean it with? A bar of mobile, or the more traditional bar of soa?
Jess: OH HA HA HA HA HA!!! and what pray tell is a SOA? Sadie.on.acid?
Sophie: Yep Jess, try and shift who we are laughing at here…. I would too.
Sadie :F*******king LAUGHED so so much at that!
Me: I tried using my mobile but it really wasn't shifting the dirt
Jess: Oh for the love of god......... m*therf*cker, i'm advising you to shut your c*ckholster before i tie you're whor*ass into a pretzel.
Sadie: Madam!
Me: I think we're pretty safe. I mean, Jessica could threaten to shoot me or whatever but she'd probably be picking up a banana and not a gun
Sadie: FUNNY FUNNY!
Sophie: HA
HAHHAHAHAHHAHAH
Jess: bollo**s.
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