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, May 04, 2007
So I am having a meeting with a man I don't know very well. I have a big slurp of tea while he is speaking, but the tea manages to partly miss my mouth, partly dribble out of mouth, onto my chin and clothing. If only he hadn't noticed, but he did ... and subconsciously wiped his chin.
This blog is blathered by a 30-something constant bridesmaid sometimes known as: Cleo Twyford Who trips over a lot in: Melbourne, Victoria, AU
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