The Birthday That Was...

Things that happened on my birthday:

• I saw a tree getting felled by the Melling train station
• I saw a man getting arrested in Pak n Save
• I had brunch in the sun
• I had a Margarita
• I ate Mee Goreng served by a HOT waiter
• I got Thunderpants!
• I went to a brand new bar and saw a truly hilarious woman wearing a full-length fur coat and 6-inch stiletto heels trying to flag down what she assumed was a waiter but was actually another customer
• I wore a hat made out of wrapping paper for most of the morning (it was actually very useful sun protection in the end)
• I got lots of love from my awesome friends.

Can't ask for better than that.

2 Weeks to Go...

It's kind of old, but back in June we had a baby shower for Tracy. Everyone was... erm... very surprised?



This one is from her last day of work - that thing on her belly is a present for the baby from AUNTY JODY. It's a hand-knitted rattle shaped like a cupcake! How super awesome is that??



And this is a couple of weeks ago, sunning on the back deck.



Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet?

...

How 'bout now?

The Dangers of a Wet Pussy

We're having quite the storm tonight, and Ned couldn't resist going out to blow the stink off his fur. He came back in all spiky and frisky, and managed to scrag me twice while I was trying to dry him off.

I'm covered in bandaids.

In New Zealand news: it appears that the biggest thing happening this weekend is that an elephant died at Auckland Zoo. Seriously. It's on every channel. Okay, we only have 5 channels, but still!

9 Days Till My Birthday!

Start saving your shekels/dollars/pounds/euros/drachmas.

Parallel Universe

I dropped a chickpea on the floor on Friday night, and I can't find it. After some discussion, Tracy and I agree that there is a vortex to another dimension under the couch, and the chickpea fell in.

Hooray!

I've been boasting at work that when Tracy goes on maternity leave, I shall be in the rare position of being a working woman with a full-time job and a wife at home to cook me awesome dinners.

SCOFF, they did.

SUCKERS!



And why not, I ask you? Since she's my sister, flatmate, best friend, mother of my niece/nephew, and according to the AA, my Lesbian life-partner, I think I am owed a few fancy dinners.

Nice Try

I don't think it counts as a manly kill if you bring in a mouse that has clearly been dead for some time, doesn't have any puncture wounds, and has 2 leaves stuck to it.

You wouldn't know it from the excited meowing and the ecstatic belly rolls on the carpet though. You'd think he'd just provided for a litter of kittens!