Woohoo it’s the weekend!

And we all love weekends around here. I get to sleep in, I get coffee in bed, Huffle gets to sleep in with me, it’s all good.

Tonight I am going to the Gin Palace with some friends. It’s a groovy little bar and very hard to find. Last time I went there I spent 10 minutes searching for the front door. Hopeless. And I have a good sense of direction! God help those who don’t. Anyway.

Tomorrow I have a haircut at 11am. Then we are either going to look at a house or go and get my new digital camera. Either way I’m happy. I might cook a roast for dinner. Sunday I have no plans. Maybe I should go shopping with my sister. There is nothing I want to buy though. That’s a bit tragic.

Ooooh on Saturday 9 August I am taking Mr Dad to see Collingwood v St Kilda at the MCG. But we are going to the President’s Lunch! I mean dinner. He’s so excited. I decided that since I took my mother to see Michael Buble (and boy am I a fan now), Mr Dad should get to do something he likes too. The tickets arrived today and even I am looking forward to it. You get a nice three course meal and all the drinks you want and great seating. It’s the only way to go to the football, in my opinion.

Planning for the holiday continues. We need to get thermal underwear now.

By the way, Mr Dad is recovering VERY well from his operation. He is even allowed to drive now, and has gone back to work a few hours each day. It’s looking good for him.

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Grumpy Wednesday

I’m grumpy this morning. I was woken up at 6am by snoring and it was so loud I actually went in the other bedroom to sleep for another hour. The boy, of course, does not wake up well and turned off the alarm when it went off, instead of hitting the sleep button. I woke up at 7.45am and had to leap out of bed (without disturbing the little black cat, of course, who had somehow wormed her way under the doona) and try and make him get up.

As a result we were late to work and now I don’t feel like doing anything. He’s just rung me to see if I want to have lunch with him but I am meant to be having lunch with some friends today.

And it was so cold this morning! When we left the house it was only 4 deg. Probably the coldest morning we’ve had all year. I even wore gloves.

Recovery

Okay so this posting every other day thing isn’t really working out so far. I try, I really do, but I get busy or distracted or whatever and it just doesn’t happen. So no more promises that I can’t possibly keep. I will post when I can. This is a much more sensible idea.

Last night, we went out. The boy’s company was having an end-of-financial-year party. So I went along and joined the fun at about 4pm. They had already been at lunch for a few hours. We stayed at the bar they were at for a couple more hours then headed off to the pub. Much alcohol was consumed (don’t do it kiddies, you’ll pay the price!) and we staggered home at midnight.

The boy is a snorer at the best of times and after several beers, well, let’s just say that a nuclear explosion wouldn’t wake him up and the noise would rival that of a freight train driving through the bedroom. The little black cat and I removed ourselves to the spare bedroom to sleep in peace. He is feeling a bit “fuzzy” this morning. I don’t get hangovers (please don’t hate me) so I feel fine. Contemplating breakfast in fact, even though it’s nearly lunchtime.

Justifiable homicide?

If you wake up at 3am because:

a) one side of you is cold
b) the boy is making your other side hot (he is a hot water bottle)
c) you don’t have enough bed space
d) you don’t have enough doona
e) the cat is taking up at LOT of room
f) the boy is snoring – loudly – in your ear

Is it reasonable to want to smother him (and the cat) with a pillow?

I’m just saying…