Shake Shake Shake…

Yes, I know, it’s been too long. I wish I could say that the last nearly-two-weeks have been taken up by the fast life. In fact, I could very well say that; the problem would be that someone who sees me frequently, like my boyfriend or one of my housemates, would come along and read this and post a comment along the lines of “Aimee, the most exciting thing you’ve done recently is stand around in the kitchen making up haikus about the state of the house and Stuart’s perceived personality flaws”. Sadly enough, it’s true. Also: “Stuart is bossy/Sometimes annoyingly so/But he puts out good”. That’s the only one I can remember.

One of the major highlights recently has been finding out through my referral stats that someone found this page while trying to find out why their milkshake doesn’t bring all the boys to the yard. I don’t know who you are, but I hope you found the answer to your question, although I’m sure you didn’t find it here. Perhaps you should let me know, as I am also having problems with my milkshake’s ability to bring the boys (or in my case, boy) to the yard. It is a question I feel we must ask ourselves. Bron reckons it has a lot to do with lactose intolerance. It is certainly a conundrum for our times.

One Response to “Shake Shake Shake…”

  1. Deirdre Says:

    She’s lying, you know. Not about not living the fast life. (Though she may be living the fastest life in our house. Not that that means anything.) She’s lying about making haikus just like that. I spent hours editing those drafts. Hours. And I can’t even vouch for its factual accuracy.