Moving The Boyfriend’s Mum

We moved out the boyfriend’s mum last weekend to her new flat. That means I got to sit in the van! Hurrah! I felt tall and important.

It was a hot day, I wore shorts, the boyfriend’s mum and her boyfriend wore shorts, the boyfriend’s sister wore shorts, the boyfriend wore… thick jogging bottoms… foolish.

The boyfriend’s mum has moved into a lot nicer area, the area she was in was a bit… well… we had an audience moving. Just look at them. They watched the entire move, I’m not even joking.

I was the van unloader on the unpacking, I ran a tight ship and was very bossy. I think everyone wanted to stomp on my face afterwards but it was done in no time. Guess my family call me the slave driver for a reason, huh?

After comparing who was the most sweaty and disgusting we all got cool drinks and lunch.

I Got Crocs

You guys… I caved, I bought Crocs… I know, I know… but they’re SO comfortable

And you can wash them in the washing machine!

And they’re light and purple and just just… shut up OK? I’m sick of uncomfortable shoes. I have summer travels coming up and I need to walk a ton in heat and I just can’t do that in bad shoes.

Soooooo comfyyyyyyyyy

Look At This Tomato

Look at this tomato! I grew it… by grew it I mean I bought it as a little plant, planted it in the ground then sort of forgot about it and it miraculously grew. And look how lovely! And the stupid boyfriend refuses to eat any because I didn’t buy them from a supermarket, even though this particular tomato in question is fresh by only a few minutes from the stalk and pesticide free! Bah!