Yesterday the 2012 Golden Globes were held over in La La Land.
Not that my opinion means diddly to anyone
my picks for best dressed?
Reese Witherspoon looking smoking in red, Brad and Angelina (brush your hair Brad),
Elle McPherson (stunning and rocked the walk on the stage) and Sophia Vergara.
I want a mermaid dress.
* Sigh *
Her Atelier Versace gown even came with its own bib. The woman thinks of everything.
Sarah Michelle Gellar
"It's funny - I didn't try on that many dresses. My 2 year old walked in and said Mama wear this!"
BACK TO REALITY
Miss Holly is now 5 days old.
Sleeps, poops, feeds then sleeps some more.
Possibly the worlds best baby and that's a totally unbiased opinion.
There's only one thing, well two things actually, that are becoming a bit of a nuisance.
My Golden Globes are putting in an award winning performance of their own.
(Do you like how I've tied that in, huh?)
Hearing the baby makes my milk let down.
Thinking the word 'baby' makes my milk let down.
Doing absolutely nothing makes my milk let down.
Which has made me look udderly ridiculous.
When I least expect it, my bazookas shoot jet streams of milk.
Nifty way to turn someone's black coffee into a flat white.
From across the room.
Or cafe (which is why I haven't left the house).
I breast fed all the other kids.
None looked as
as this one
when I whipped my melons out.
"Oh MY GOD - what the hell can I wear to cover up these MONSTERS????" I moaned to the husband.
He took a look at my chest and smirked.
"You can just walk around naked...I won't mind."
NO BOOBIES FOR YOU!
Linking up with IBOT today.