It's dollshouse size, Nutella toast this morning took ages - had to do about 138 pieces per boy.
And why did I think Monty dog wanted to watch breakfast TV? Why did I put the TV on specially for him and leave him in front of Lorraine's Brazilian Bikini Diet special? Dog very sensibly took himself off and ate a box of tissues instead. To be honest, after watching 2 minutes of the Diet Special, I was ready to eat a box of Kleenex too.
Why did I order this? (on-line)
It's memory foam, my idea was to increase the comfort levels of Monty Dog's crate.
But somewhow I got enough to carpet the Albert Hall.
What was I thinking??
And now the darn stuff won't "remember" how to get itself back in its bag, trust me to get memory foam with amnesia.
And finally, these tragic fashion jeans? WHAT WAS I THINKING??? (on-line)
I blame all those fashion blogs but really, the clue is in the brand name - Forever 21 not Forever 50 almost 51.
I think I can rationalise all this epic sadness by pointing to my lack of prowess with numbers....
Bread 400g? nope, means nothing to me.
Memory foam X metres x Y metres - no, not a clue
Forever 21 - refers to mental age surely?
Even the dog despairs of me.