I just received a lovely text message from my daughter. It said
Where the hells my orange juice bitch?
Well, its obviously not in her lunch box is it.
Bitch. Its a term of endearment around here. Well thats what I tell myself anyway. I got used to it years ago but I have banned the girls from saying it at the shops. People don't always understand our sense of humour.
You know when Lizzie was still a sweet young thing she gave me this little ornament. Its a bear holding a sign that says
MOM, is another word for LOVE
but I think I'll change it to
BITCH, is another word for MUM