Know What I MEME? – True Definitions

True definitions of words, from the humour blogger Midlife Dramas in Pyjamas

I’ve started creating funny MEMES, and find that I’m really enjoying myself hahaha!

If you follow me on Facebook you might have seen them – if the Gods of Facebook have allowed you to that is. It’s all about algorithms you know; you might not have been chosen to see anything from me this week – AT ALL!

If you follow me on Twitter you might have seen the odd MEME as it whizzed past on your timeline. Unless you blinked.

And if you’re one of the 22 people who follow me on Pinterest then…thank you!

So here are a few that show the true definitions of words. They’ll be coming to a dictionary near you, any day now. Keep on reading!

Unfinished bottle of wine??!!

A funny blog post about cooking with wine, from Midlife Dramas in PyjamasSo which misinformed, delusional and frankly bonkers person thought that creating this funny little bottle of wine would be a good idea? 187ml? 187ML?? What the hell use is 187ml? That’s just one glass of wine! Who on earth drinks only ONE glass of wine??

Maybe it’s handy for cooking… Ridiculous! I always buy a normal sized bottle for cooking… Use 100ml in the recipe then drink the other 650ml while opening and closing the oven door a few times; for added effect I wear an apron, strut around with a wooden spoon and occasionally shout out words like saute, simmer and stir-fry.

Well it would be rude to leave an unfinished bottle of wine lying around…unfinished bottle of wine?? Seriously?? Is that actually a thing??

So why did I buy this little bottle? Why indeed. In a misplaced, self-righteous moment of trying to be good, healthy and treat my body like a temple *snorts with laughter* I bought it because I only needed a small amount of wine in the cooking…

I’ve now had to open a normal sized bottle because what was left in this funny little thing, after I’d poured some into the frying pan, just wasn’t going to cut it.

Cheers!

Move up…

A funny blog post about doing the housework, from Midlife Dramas in PyjamasI clean my house from top to bottom once a week. It should take me – at most – a morning. How long does it actually take me? A full day.

Why? Because every time I go into a bedroom I have to flop onto the bed and have a loll.

It’s not a choice – it’s a fundamental necessity. I have tried resisting the urge, but what harm am I doing?

Yesterday was no different. Made it as far as first child’s bedroom and that was that. Once I’d flopped I realised I felt rather tired, so turned over – quite happily – to have a snooze. Quite happily that is until my stomach flopped over with me, and requested that I move up as it didn’t have enough room.

Quickly got up and decided to get on with the cleaning. Think from now on it will only take me a morning.