Saturday is Caption Day....

over at Mammasaurus. Below is one of my few remaining skills. One day it could save a life. I can also lick the end of my nose and do remarkable things with spinach.



If I fall under a bus this will be the last picture ever taken of me. So what would be a dignified caption?

Comments

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    Years of childbearing had altered the middle aged matron's body beyond all recognition.

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  2. Rebecca English3 March 2012 at 08:26

    P.S. good skills, man.

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  3. multiplemummy3 March 2012 at 08:36

    This is a way to get the swelling in your legs from a hectic Matron Mother day down!

    (Impressed! x)

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    The Vicar wasn't sure that this was the normal way of marking Women's World Day of Prayer.

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    "Buried upside down so the World can kiss her arse"

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    you can tell a headstand pro by the way she knows how to tuck her shirt in. nothing is left to chance.

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  7. Jenny3 March 2012 at 10:48

    its certainly a different way to dry hats by using my feet!!

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    This Activia is good stuff!

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  9. Nikki Thomas3 March 2012 at 11:51

    I can do this parenting lark standing on my head!

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  10. JallieDaddy3 March 2012 at 12:33

    Astronaut training for Britain's first moon landing was going well

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  11. CaptionSaurus3 March 2012 at 13:25

    Banana splits are so 1980's - Matron splits is where it's at!

    Great skillz missus - now what can you do with spinach?!

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  12. Random Pearls Of Wisdom3 March 2012 at 13:49

    Taking the YMCA to a whole new level ;-)

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  13. Anonymous3 March 2012 at 14:03

    Now down a lager.

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  14. Herding Cats3 March 2012 at 16:42

    This is my, 'salutations to the sun'.

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  15. sarah3 March 2012 at 17:20

    'Y.....M.....C....A"

    everybody join in!!

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    Everything looks better from here.

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  17. mum of one3 March 2012 at 19:25

    The pincer-move was getting slightly more elaborate.

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  18. mother on the edge!!3 March 2012 at 19:49

    what page of the kama sutra is this on????

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  19. Emily (@amummytoo)3 March 2012 at 20:35

    So if I do this for an hour everyday I won't need sleep? Well ok...

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  20. Anonymous4 March 2012 at 00:19

    She was advised that standing on her head everyday would counteract everything heading south.

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  21. Rollercoaster Mum4 March 2012 at 12:05

    She wondered if by standing on her head she might be able to remember life before children?

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  22. Anonymous4 March 2012 at 13:21

    "The emergency exits are Here (gestures with one boot) and here *with the other*

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  24. Bibsey Mama12 March 2012 at 10:55

    Ah, but can you do a forward roll?

    Such an unfair question I know. Love, but love the foot wear.

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