The blame game

This past weekend was so good it took the whole of yesterday to ponder on it and think about posting about it, and even then all I’ll say about it is that it was (To quote the great and wise guru Barney) LEGENDARY!! I would post pictures to further expound on the legendaryness of the weekend but in all honesty I am a fat lazy woman and can’t be bothered to figure out how to manipulate the upload thingy to make them look even more legendary than it was!! Hapo tosha!!

Now, moving on to other matters of national importance, since we’re currently blaming virtually every single thing on our MP’s I wonder what I can get away with blaming them about..... If I was in primary now I’d never do my homework, then if the teacher asked guess what I’d say... (Oh, is it that obvious?!) “My MP ate my homework sir!” But since I’m no longer in primary school I think I’ll get into the office at midday tomorrow and tell boss man “Sir, it was that MP of ours, he punctured my tires!” Or now that I am in major trouble with my editor because of bailing out on a marketing trip when I meet her I think I’ll blame it on the MPs. Just imagine the possibilities (Rubbing my hands together in sheer glee as I contemplate this)!! They’re endless!! Oh the fun!! You see, our MP’s are not all that bad, at the very least they provide such perfect scapegoats!! This week try getting away with blaming them for something like forgetting to buy you’re considerable other flowers for valentines. Go ahead, you know you want to; don’t deny you want to do it!! (Muhahaha!)

Soundtrack:

Maxwell – fortunate

Shirley Scott – Autumn leaves

Babyface – Seven days

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