At long last, some of the results of the balancing-fruit-on-model-mammaries slog of last week:
click here to see what I do for a living (and no I'm NOT the girl in the picture, sadly)
Hurrah. My ass is not grass. And even though I realise that my job is a little ridiculous (in the great scheme of things), I am still rather foolishly pleased...
But one of the many pleasures of having children is the fact that they keep things in perspective. I got home tonight and proudly showed displayed a copy of the Express, one of the bigger bits of coverage. Firstborn giggled, "That silly lady has strawberries on her boobies!" while the Small(er) One simply looked bemused.