It is what it is...

So my challenge for this post is to fit as many silly sayings as I can in. And your challenge is to pick up on what the silly sayings are. Maybe you don’t find them silly? Either way – this is really a blog about nothing, just an excuse to say some of the silly things I’ve been determined to say.

A wise man once told me not to put all my eggs in one basket and as such I’ve decided to wear a few extra hats this year. I can now call myself any of the following depending on the day: Mum, Wife, Friend, Sister, Daughter, Accountant, Bookkeeper, Administrator, Blogger, PL365 Enthusiast, Stay at Home Mum, Student and Committee Member. Excuse the state of this hat – it’s been well worn.

In other news I’m told there’s no point crying over spilt milk – unless of course you actually spill the fucker! Let me tell you I’ve spilled milk and cried many a time, in fact I’m still crying because somewhere in my kitchen I can smell off milk (or is it parmesan?) but I can’t hunt it down to eradicate it.

Speaking of eradication, I've also heard that there’s more than one way to skin a cat. I’ll spare you the photos for this one. But while we’re on the subject, why on Earth would anyone want to skin a cat, let alone find an alternative means for doing so?

In my opinion there’s nothing worse than skinning cats. Or a lot of other things for that matter. Lost your keys – nothing worse, hurt your back – nothing worse, forgot to pick your kids up – nothing worse. The list goes on as do my ramblings.

 

And in a case of ‘it couldn’t have happened at a worse time’, I nearly had a car accident on Sunday. I’ve been driving along many a time and thought: You know what Miranda, you have nothing planned for the next few days, lets crash this car/smash this windscreen and really make some fun of it. Seriously, when is a good time for an inconvenience, other than when you are studying of course and need an excuse not to be studying?

They tell me many hands make light work. My question: Who the hell are ‘they’ and where are they when I need to clean the house, wash my accountant hat and find my mum hat again. Oh look, there’s my mum hat – hiding under the kitchen bench covered in spilt milk, or is that parmesan?

All that said, it is what it is, and I can’t argue with that can I?