I’m back and with me I brought some arm candy. No, not of that kind, silly! Of the blingy kind.
Big M is growing a moustache. All for a good cause and all limited to the month of November. Thank God for that – I’m no fan of kissing a cactus. Here’s what it’s all about (in Big M’s words):
I don’t know either why I got a sinus infection and a uti all at once. I just know that I am not moving away from this spot anytime soon. Bear with me. Please.
Go shawty, it’s your birthday We gonna party like it’s your birthday We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday And you know we don’t give a f***, it’s not your birthday Well, darling Fiddy, it IS my birthday.
Bouncing to the sounds of Rihanna through the kitchen this morning with little L on my arm, I realised that this was ‘our’ song. We had only started dating when I boarded a plane to go to Stockholm to see the man who should become the love of my life. Big M picked me up […]