When I grow up I want to be a Santa.
- I love-love-love giving presents. Well, unless it's a sin-ugly mug shot worthy plastic candlestick Auntie Clotilde found on pound shop clearance sale. BUT - if I was a Santa all the presents would have a lot of thought and a fancy wrapping! Beat that!
- No padding needed, my generous proportions would ensure just-right cuddly Santa looks. Might need to do something about the boobs though. Any suggestions welcome. Will not consider mastectomy.
- My beard is coming on nicely, especially after all the childbirth lark. All I need to do is bleach it and voilà! - Santa!
2 comments:
Re: the boob issue, there's always Gwyneth Paltrow's Shakespeare In Love trick. Or you could just sell the idea that Santa has really let himself go, lately, hence the man-boobs.
Thanks for commenting on my blog, I'm glad you did, as it seems I've now found another entertaining one to add to my Blogroll - hooray! Am grateful for the laughter. Will be back soon to stalk my way through your archives... mwah-ha-haaaa...
:D Some good ideas there!
BTW - I am stalking me way through your archives already! Lucky find of a month, I'm telling you!
Great minds etc.
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