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Oh, the Guilt!!

So today was one of those days with D-Poo... when I think she's a little tiny monster solely created to drive me up the wall... spitting her non-likeable chicken satay into my food was the last straw (seriously, I'm even vegetarian!!!)...I finally blew my top at her and a spanking would not have been out of place I am convinced... better people than me have been ticked off by less I fancy... and so I let it rip... I pretty much told her off, suggested she was a hooligan for behaving this way, swore to never love her as much I had and decided to glare at her... at which point of course, she dissolved into tears, and screamed and then I patted her and fed her some more...
so what, you ask? where's the story going you say? Well, actually not much farther cos I was truly mad... short on sleep, stuck with the late shift at work... and then I said "sorry kanna, didn't mean to shout at you" sort of the way I always do ...
And she turns around and says: "It's okay, amma. I know you didn't do it deliberately!"
What is one to do but fall in love all over again!!!

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Inkk said…
Back!!! And how!!
Welcome back HumVee, you were truly missed.....was beginning to get worried.

Nice post on Princess D :-)) Hopefully, she is upto new antics again :))

NYC is over, did Greece and Amsterdam after that....will be coming to your side of the world in summer hopefully, plan to do a west coast trip soon....
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