Breakfast of champions for Mimi, who’s made a decent dent in her stash of M&Ms before Mrs mememe2U and I came downstairs at 9 am.
She won it at her friend Saidhbhe’s birthday party.
Her guess of 109 M&Ms was the closest to the actual 117 total contained in the jar.
No better contestant than a sugary-shite addict to win the jackpot.
The problem is that she is just as accurate when it comes to identifying missing M&Ms from her loot.
She knows just how many Finn and I manage to knick during the only 30 second window of opportunity when she wasn’t jealously keeping an eye on the jar.
Let me tell you, you don’t want to mess with a junkie…
Some bollix has found the factory reset button on the weather machine…
and indecent amounts of flesh were exposed. Comfortably.
Another scorcher of a day (almost reached the mid twenties, I kid you not!)
A day for basking in the sun.
For those not locked up in the Mistake Factory…
Still, Pepe kindly agreed to do a babysit at short notice and Mrs mememe2U and I went for a quick paddle around the harbour at dusk.
All rather lovely.
Once Mrs mememe2U stopped sulking.
And there was light.
Or rather lights. Two of them.
What one can find in Buckley’s on auction day is nothing short of miraculous.
The result of many years of testing in the wind tunnel.
Designed for speed, hang on to your helmet Amigo!