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It’s not like I’d bought enough Christmas presents for myself already, but I queued up for over an hour at the Digital Camera Warehouse in Canterbury to buy myself a new Nikon lens.

It’s taking some time to get used to, moreso for needing to use manual focus on my poor little D40 body.

Just wish Elvis’ nose was in focus in this shot.

New wall!

We finally had our external wall attended to by a lovely “sprayer” named Chris.

This is part of our roller door, which was once a mess of random tags and scribbles from whoever felt the urge. We’ve been luckier than some other vertical objects in our neighbourhood; some talentless twit has discovered some mature 4-letter words and written them as much as their spray can would allow.

Charming.

But Chris was a good bloke who was kind enough to answer my million questions about what he does and how he goes about it. I asked if he could paint me a giant cupcake and he gave me a look of “Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout Willis??”.

So I took that as a “no”.

Either way, I’m happy with what we have now, compared to what we did have!

Recovery mode

We did it.

We hosted 12 people for Christmas lunch and no one starved or died of food poisoning.

It took me about 3 hours to fall asleep on Christmas night, though; my brain was buzzing and wasn’t helped by the cats knocking over the christmas tree (mucho decorations and pine needles and water on the floor and remaining presents).

Yesterday I felt like I had a hangover and still feeling a bit like that today. I could also attribute that to today’s humidity. I don’t cope with humid weather, which is why I’m pining for the freezing cold Christmas I had in England last year.

In other news, Elvis has decided he likes to lick candy canes through the plastic and Bear has decided he likes to nom on bonbons; both were knocked off the tree when it keeled over on Christmas night, so maybe that was their motive. We assumed they were trying to get high (literally and/or metaphorically) on the tree itself.

Merry Christmas, internetters

This time last year I was in London with my girls and to be honest I’m feeling a bit homesick for the awesome time I had. BUT! We apprear to be on-track for hosting 13 people for Christmas lunch tomorrow, featuring a variety from both sides of our families.

The Real Christmas Tree hasn’t killed the cats yet, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t eating it or sniffing it or scratching it or just sitting underneath it at any opportunity. Seriously, you would think the tree is made of catnip.

I did manage to get a pic of the tree (in it’s K-Mart-decorations-and-leftover-crackers-from-work glory) while the boys were napping:

Special mention goes to my new cupcake ornament (the white glob up near the top), courtesy of bogan cupcake twin Leigh and my giant pile of presents (I’m feeling a tad spoilt). An even more special mention goes to the blue bucket, waiting patiently in case it starts to rain and The Water Feature gives us its own Christmas present.

Merry Christmas to friends and family, near and far, online and offline. Don’t forget to leave a beer some cookie out for Santa and a bucket of carrots for the reindeer.

Because I'll be celebrating Christmas and PMS this week

I still go weak at the knees at the thought of having another Tim Tim milkshake.

But these were on special at Woollies this week:

So now that I’ve finished work for almost-a-month and that Christmas and my PMS is imminent, we might give these babies the milkshake makeover during a break from frantic houseworking.