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If that isn’t living on the edge, I don’t know what is.
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Living Dangerously
I know what u mean
Hi there! the nice thing about people de-lurking is that you then get to MEET them…
congrats on the toilet thing: next challenge, take a shower for as.long.as.you.want. good luck!
Bec
With the door closed? And no one opened it for you, or stood outside the door wailing in utter abandonment?
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LOL that is too funny. welcome to the wild side
:O !!!
Extreme AS!
(Not being a kiwi, i always laugh immaturely at the As. Or is it As-es?)
Not being a mum and all that, *my* idea of living dangerously is going to the toilet with the door open!
Hahahaha.
Fee – with the next baby, it DOESN’T get easier, you know
bec – thanks for stopping by. I have given up on the shower thing, though. That one will have to wait till the kids have moved out of home!
b.- I know! Can you believe that I actually did this WITHOUT repercussion? Something is well and truly wrong here.
UmIbrahim and Um Mahtab – isn’t it just sooo wild? It’s like extreme sports for mothers. Kind of like trying to finish a cup of tea while it’s still hot. Doable but to even try, you’d have to have some sort of deathwish
doctorsister – I’m still waiting for an “ex-pat” type of blog about all things Jordanian. And I really would NOT recommend the toilet door open thing for you.