You have the song stuck in your head now don't you? So do I. And Cher was so pretty back then, back when she could still move all the muscles in her face....
But "Shut up Cate and tell me....What is a bleat?" I hear you ask. When what you want to say is too long for a 140 character tweet on Twitter but not quite long enough for a blog post, a bleat is the result.
I have promised Heather of Note From Lapland, the luscious wench who tagged me, that I will bleat my teats off, which prompted London City Mum to issue a Severe Smother Warning. Bloody hell, I don't think even my teats reach that far, but I'll try.
@TheAttentionSeekingDramaQueenMoronWhoseProblemsAreAlwaysAsBigAsIfNotBiggerThanYoursAndEverybodyElses : Earlier in the week I tweeted the following message..."Being A Good Friend Tip#26: Do not trivialize your friend's bad day by comparing it to yours or everyone else's. Shut the fuck up & listen."
When someone says they've had a horrid bitch of a day, please don't reply with "Ahh, sorry, I'm having the same" or "Oh bummer, we've all been there" or "Sorry to hear that, we've all had one of those". Really? How do you know? Did you stop to ask what had happened first before you trivialized her complaint? What if her best friend had died, her husband announced he was gay, her dog got hit by a car and the heel on her most expensive shoe broke, all in one day? We've all had one of those days, have we?? Unless you stop and listen, you really have no fucking idea what she's been through.
And starting a sentence with "Sorry to hear that..." does NOT excuse what you say next.
Unless of course your BFF carked it, hubby came out of the closet, dog got splattered and fave Jimmy Choo went boohoo.