Evidence that absurdity is in the genes

I have to declare an interest in that I gave birth to her, but Elder Daughter has started a foodie blog called George's Dinner and if further posts are as funny as the first two, it's going to be fabulously entertaining as well as having some yummy get-plump-but-happy-quickly recipes.

By the way, I probably ought to mention that George is a giraffe.  As I said, she is my daughter and has the absurdity gene through and through.





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  1. Sarah Hill9/9/12 05:39

    Thanks Mum...

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  2. Steve9/9/12 09:47

    Nepotism... it's in the genes...

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  3. SmitoniusAndSonata9/9/12 14:40

    Your recommendation of George's Dinner must be taken up first thing tomorrow ..... after all , you've presumably eaten a fair amount of her food over the years !
    Somehow the words straight and horse's mouth come to mind .

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    1. Fran Hill10/9/12 12:36

      Can recommend her food, big-time. Can't say as much for the way she strews cooking equipment all over the kitchen for someone else to wash up, but, hey ...

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    2. Sarah Hill13/9/12 04:07

      Oi! That's not true! I wash up as I go along... most of the time...

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  4. Midlife Roadtripper9/9/12 19:04

    Headed over to visit.

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    1. Fran Hill10/9/12 12:36

      Thanks, MJ, and thanks for following her.

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  5. stephen Hayes9/9/12 19:22

    I'll be sure to check out her blog.

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    1. Fran Hill10/9/12 12:36

      She has some great foodie ideas. Enjoy.

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