My house has a foul and mysterious odour…. it smells like farts.
Who did it? Fess up.
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My house has a foul and mysterious odour…. it smells like farts.
Who did it? Fess up.
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I hate Christmas… hate the decorations in the stores in September…. hate the god awful Christmas carols that sound worse than elevator music… hate the imperative to exchange costly gifts… hate the families pulling us in different directions to spend time with them…. hate the minefield of socially required gift giving at work… just hate the whole thing. I find Christmas to be the most stressful time of year, and if I could boycott it altogether I would.
Except for Angel. Being six… he loves Christmas, and I love to see his happy face, so now he’s my reason to do the tree, the food, the presents, the whole shebang. Sigh… wonder how long this has to last. The beautiful KissBitch sent me an email with her and Darkman dancing about in little elf costumes, and Angel happened to be there when I opened the email…. so naturally he wanted to make one with us in it…. and here ’tis…
Click on the picture for a bit of early Christmas nonsense. I wonder how long I can put off putting up the tree this year…. December 19th is my record 🙂
Mr K’s computer has died today… and the exasperation is palpable. Like this guy but for video blogging…. insert a well cultivated WoW addiction that he’s currently in denial about. It’s another little bane of our modern existence that we’ve become so completely reliant on our computers that when they go off the the Perly Gates (oh yes… there’s special place in hell for people who use puns this bad – but I couldn’t help myself) we’re beside ourselves in minutes. No one can remember how we used to live without them or what we did for entertainment back in the dark ages before we knew about double clicking the mouse!
RMB: Is this because of your propensity for cheap boxes? 😀
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Went to a wedding yesterday, which started rather too early for a formal function 10am, and predictably, we found ourselves sitting around drinking with no food in sight while the Bridal Party went traipsing off for photos! It seems to be a common theme with weddings these days where the grog starts before the food? I think it’s a deliberate ploy to get all the guests drunk enough so they can pretend to care about what Great Uncle Charlie has to say about little Jenny when she used to follow him around carrying his yabby bucket out fishing.
But the wedding was great fun – the Bride looked her absolute best, the Groom was suitably smitten and appreciative that he had won the good favour of his blushing lady, and the Best Man was eloquent and amusing without being too sleazy 🙂 So many variables that can go totally pear shaped – so It’s a hard ask.
After the wedding, we all came back home and got smashed on champagne stolen from the wedding and Shikoku Ice Teas… which go down way too easy and before I knew it, we’d had way too much vodka. There was much jocularity, a rather amusing conversation about my door stop, words of the week issued all round (‘loquacious’ for Eryn, ‘defenestrate’ for the Humbibble, ‘profligate’ for the strange guy at the end of the table that I’d never seen before, and ‘salacious’ for Foxy Roxy), a confused and sober Southerner and late night dodgy pizza. Good fun.
Though who ever it was who left their mobile phone outside my bedroom door that went off twice at 0600 is on my list this morning. 😐
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Weekend – laundry time!
Collect the laundry – sort the laundry – wash the laundry – hang the laundry out – bring the laundry in – fold the laundry up – put the laudnry back…
Start all over again… sigh.
When I sort the laundry each week, I have a pink and red load. Which I never thought anything of, cos I’ve always had a pink and red load. But some people have observed that they only have white, blacks and coloured loads. What? Of course I have a pink and red load!!! I have a pink and red wardrobe!