Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in chick chat and wielding random insignificant theories. (And talking about herself in third person)
Ditsy Event of the Day
Friday, July 28, 2006
Where I live there are loads of apartments that all share big rubbish bins. Last night while I was putting out my rubbish, I chanced across a tall, handsome, well-dressed fellow apartment dweller putting out his garbage at the same time. I really think I ruined my chances when I said "It must be rubbish-time!" in a sing-song school ma'am voice. (Yes it was one of those times when you walk away slapping your forehead)
This blog is blathered by a 30-something constant bridesmaid sometimes known as: Cleo Twyford Who trips over a lot in: Melbourne, Victoria, AU
About Me: Confession: I am really bad at reverse parking
Confession 2: I have an inner Evil Bridesmaid Confession 3: I have mastered fridge-grazing as a meal option Confession 4: There is a committee in my head and sometimes they are loud. Yes, okay you can shut up now. I said shut up. Sorry about that. See my complete profile
You are so funny. I love your blog!