Lets feed the trolly trolls!!

Hot damn, it's a slow news day in my house hold - how about yours? 

I thought that today we would pass some time and feed the trolls, my intriguing little followers who seemingly cannot stand me yet trawl my blog, facebook, twitter and instagram looking for stuff to complain about and hate on. 

I don't really understand how they operate but they do provide me with entertainment. They are like mythical creatures, never show up in real life but everyone has a story about one! 

Anyway, today we pay tribute to my latest odd ball comment.

I took the liberty of blacking out part of the comment as that said the amount that our home cost, and I don't think that's really public knowledge. 

Anyway, anonymous, you have made me see my crazy ways. What was I thinking?!. 

I have cancelled all furniture orders and have decided to sleep on the floor, and use upturned milk crates for the majority of furniture, maybe we will get lucky and the milk crate will come with milk bottles that we can use for dining utensils too. Double whammy right there!!

The Baby is going to sleep in some form of box, or maybe even a top drawer in the kitchen since we already have those installed. 

I think she can probably get away with not wearing nappies or clothes also. I mean hey, babies didn't always have nappies did they? If the cave women could manage - so can we! 

I'm not going to get a car, I'm going to rely on my handy bicycle and public transport instead. 

I might even try my hand (thumb) at hitch hiking and see how we go.  I shall report back.

That would make a great blog post after all. 

I mean really, who needs modern comforts like a house and furniture these days anyway? 

I am just not sure what I am going to clean when I become such a perfect little 'housewifey' now that I have cancelled my orders, but I guess I could rake the dirt for ground that I am now going to have instead of carpet or floor boards so that should pass some time. 

By the way, it would appear that you do not know how babies are made because if we plan on having lots of babies, we probably need to have lots of sex which in turn would keep The Husbands **** pretty clear of cobwebs.

Unless we have been doing it wrong and that is just a lie that my mum made up when I asked her how babies are made but I am quite certain that we did just that to make this little bun in my oven. 

Anyway, it's time for me to put a meal on the table in preparation for when The Husband gets home, after all I have been sitting here starving just waiting to serve him.  That's what houswifeys do after all  don't they? I'm going to be good at this.