While Kelley is off having her girly sleepover Murphy has had nobody to pester, so this morning he came knocking on my door.
I hate Murphy.
For a start, I think Guera from Roaming Aussie Mum was right. I think the paed has been reading my blog and I don’t think he has enjoyed the context very much.
Humble apologies paed. I have to get it off my chest somewhere.
This morning, after Ivy had a tragic night, what do I find?
Blisters!
More bl**dy blisters!
ARRRRRRRGHHHHHHH!
Poor baby.
Stupid Murphy.
Ivy is sad and sore, Noah is being an ASB (attention seeking behaviour) queen…I mean…prince. The big kids are bored and rude, David is in disbelief and he has hayfever, therefore, he will need a nanna nap soon (because stress makes him tired) all because I relaxed and started to think, nay gloat that all was going to be good.
All is not good.
I am stressed out and have taken on the appearance of a screaming banshee, hair a flurry, glowing green eyes, gnashing teeth, arms flailing, screaming my high pitched horrible noise to anyone who befalls my path.
How do you kill Murphy?
Posted on January 19th, 2008 by Tiff
Filed under: Health, illness, crazy mummy moments, doctor related posts, ugh!














hugs hon. if it’s any consolation, Murphy was at my place yesterday…….. we need an axe!
bloody hell..(((hugs)))
kim xxx
Maybe would could hang Murphy upside down and use him for a piñata?
(((hugs))).
Ah Tiff… I am sorry for poor Ivy and her blistered butt. I don’t have any advice Murphy is a b@astard.
Hugs …
Oh, Tiff, I’m so sorry to hear that. For the language that I want to use to describe Murphy, see Kelley’s blog! Sending lots of abrazos (Mexican hugs) and hoping its just a blip on the recovery process and not a relapse. I have no idea whether that´s possible, but I´m hoping just the same.
Oh babe. Sorry for sending him your way. But I don’t want the SOB back that is for sure!
Wonder if we all jump him, hack him into pieces, bury parts of him on hallowed ground we may all get some peace?
Well that sucks big hairy dogs balls. Want me to come over with chocolate?
Ohhhh… I would like to KILL Murphy for his timing in the past — but instead, I’ll shoot him death stares on your behalf.
Hugs!
Oh no! Poor Ivy. And poor you. I quite like Veronica’s pinata idea. When she’s finished bashing him, I think staking on an ant hill and smearing him with honey should come next.
I think Murphy found his way to you via my blog…sorry
Poor you and poor Ivy ((hugs))
That description sounds like the person I see in the mirror!!
Hugs to you and Ivy, Murphy needs to go and live with Osama Bin Laden and tag, you’re it xox
I have just come across your blog (which I think is great BTW) and I thought “what blisters?” and I then saw the photos and instantly felt an immense amount of sympathy for Ivy and for you. I hope the blisters don’t get as bad like some of the others did in the photos.
Murphy doesn’t die. He just keeps knocking. (sorry) We installed extra deadbolts…