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it’s really cold outside and I’m torn between

• going to bed to read Notes from a Small Island again, as holiday research
• going to bed to read The God Delusion, picked up from the library today
• sitting under the couch blanket and watching a few more eps of Whose Line Is It Anyway? so I can ogle Wayne Brady

if it wasn’t night time and raining outside, I’d be out there taking pics on my “new” camera:

I think I’ve decided how I’ll make the most of my APEC long weekend.

This morning, I tried to grab my wallet out of my handbag when I discovered that Bear had pissed in it. My wallet was saved; my filofax not so much. My mobile phone and keys were sopping yet, as was the entire lining of the bag, and my hand, right up to the elbow.

Clearly, he’s shitty pissy with the Litter Kwitter training.

EVERYTHING had to get washed and left in the sun to sterilise. My phone stopped working properly and Dan had to pull my mobile apart and give it the once/twice/thrice-over with metho to get it all functioning properly again. I officially have the bestest boyfriend evar.

My phone post-cleansing:

My handbag on the clothesline after a sterile wash in my beloved washing machine:

How awesome is this pic by Catherine?

As evidenced when I was using Dan’s Tamron lens tonight:

Click pic for flickr page.

Thanks for pissing at my back door for the last two nights. Puts you right up there with Silverchair’s fans.

Remember: never walk in puddles when in Newtown/Enmore – you just never know what it really is.

Madame Fling Flong is showing Footloose tomorrow night. And Fight Club next week.

So jealous.

Both in my top 10 list of movies, Edward Norton one of my 2 fave male actors and I always think of John Lithgow as that arsehole Pastor and Kevin Bacon as that little hottie.

It should be no surprise that when I saw this from our back lane, I cacked myself for a good ten minutes, then told Dan to go take a photo

If I didn’t already love living where we live, I sure as hell adore it now.

What would YOU do if you were told to nibble on the ear of one of your closest friend’s new husband? I decided to turn it into a Stargate Atlantisey-Wrath kinda moment:

It’s hard to believe that Cathy and Toby are actually married. How mature.