So today I flew into Sydney for a blogging thing that’s happening tomorrow and without going in hard with the name dropping, I’m staying at Mrs Woog’s house.
After I’d arrived at Woogsworld HQ and dumped my bag in her guest room, we set off to do the school walk. Along the way Mrs Woog pointed out all the local highlights to me.
It’s safe to say that by the time we got to school, I basicially felt like I was on the set of Wisteria Lane.
Think beautifully manicured lawns, a very high BMW to driveway ratio and impeccably groomed school mums.
Once we’d collected the kids, Mrs Woog informed me that we’d be heading to the local shop and would I like an ice-cream?
“God, I could smash a Maxi Bon right about now, but looking around at all the size 4 skinny white jean action, I think I should probably have a protein shake” was my reply.
Sadly the local shop was all out of protein shakes, so I had a Frosty Fruit instead (borderline healthy…I mean it has the word ‘fruit’ in the title!)
We were almost home when Mrs Woog pointed out that I’d successfully managed to spill my Frosty Fruit all down the front of my shirt. FFS. Here I was thinking all the local school mums were smiling at me because I looked like I might be a welcome addition to their Wisteria Lane Posse, but no. It was because I’d spilt food down my front. Fabulous!
Do you live on Wisteria Lane? And are you an expert at spilling food down your front, or is that just me?!
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