One picture, two ways of looking at the world

Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt at the Film Independent's Spirit Awards in LA just days ago.

Despite the now very obvious, they refuse to confirm she is pregnant.




Me "I love this new Hollywood thing where they refuse to confirm pregnancies until they're due just about. It's like they're having their own little joke on all the people who put their lives under a microscope 24/7. It's probably one of the few ways they can."

The husband "She probably just ate a sandwich"

Ummm ... I don't get it?

3/4 sleeve coats for winter.

Defeats the purpose a bit doesn't it?

Picture it ...

It's sub-zero degrees (plus or minus a bit of exaggeration) and pouring with rain, and so you put your coat on to keep warm and dry.

Your coat, with its 3/4 sleeves.

Presumably too, since you're doing the fashionable thing with your 3/4 sleeve coat, you're also going to have nice long full-length top sleeves poking out from underneath as well.

It's going to be lovely sitting at work (or where ever) with sopping sleeves all day, isn't it? Assuming your arms haven't fallen off at the elbows from frostbite.

Of course, you might have worn a 3/4 sleeve top under your 3/4 sleeve coat, therefore avoiding the sopping sleeves ... but there's still the frostbite.

Don't even get me started on the non-waterproof side of things.

These must be winter coats for wearing indoors only.

Chocolate chocolate, everywhere!

As much as I'm loathe to bump the boots from top spot ... I have a confession to make.

I've fallen head first into the trap of seasonal commercialism.

In a haze of consumer-delight, I bought this box of Easter eggs.

Nevermind that it cost $7.50, which is probably a ratio of about 3 bucks of eggs to 4 bucks 50 of clever box, the point is that it is a clever box.

Sucked in.

And now, more kitchen pics. I know, I'm sorry. Even I'm getting a bit bored. But you have to see the finished bits and I promise no more kitchen pics after today.

The rangehood which finally arrived, is not the original one we ordered, cost loads more but we didn't have to pay for - TA DA!

The baskets for the clever side pull out drawer thing arrived so that was able to go together too

The ruddy great scratch the husband put in my new kitchen bench-top (and by 'scratch' I mean that there are 6 of them and they are on both the bench and the island). I have told him I am completely devastated and I need new boots to cope. New boots, and I'll be completely at peace with the scratches. Oh, and phew for not being the first person to damage the new kitchen. Weee! (He got a bit grumpy with me when I tried to measure it though. I think his exact words were .... nevermind. This is a family blog. I'll measure it later when he's not looking)

Jack, with a bagel crisps packet on his head. Bagel crisp leftovers taste gooooooooood !!

There will be a quiz at the end of this.

Are these, or are these not, the coolest boots you have ever seen?

I mean, they have red leather lining with white polka dots for heavenssake! I have such a weakness for red and white polka dots.

They even look like they could cope with my cankles!! Happy boots.

Contrary to normal Ginger behaviour though, I didn't buy, place on hold, or even laybuy the boots (!!), but I did hunt down pictures to show the husband ... who promptly fell off his seat in horror.

So, it's off to the poll, which the husband has decided will run for a week.

(P.S. I am actually allowed boots - it's just that the husband appears to have grave doubts about these particular ones. Hence, we are canvassing popular opinion.)

Also, for the record

My nieces and nephews are coming up on Wednesday/Thursday and I'd really like to know how I'm supposed to throw a sickie when I've already been sick this week?

I wonder what the statistical likelihood of me catching a cold twice in one week would be?

I suppose the cold could turn nasty and develop into .... saaaayyyy Ebola .... I'd need extra days off then, wouldn't I?

Tragic.

Happy bloggy birthday to meeeee! (for tomorrow)

I really feel as though I should get cake, but in the absence of being arsed baking a cake, I got to spend the day in bed instead. The only down side to that was that I'm in the grips of deathly illness.

It really pees me off how the husband has a sneeze (I may be under-exaggerating for dramatic effect), and I end up half dead (I may be over-exaggeraing for dramatic effect) from exactly the same lurg.

It's completely unfair.

Going back to bed now, where I intend to sulk until I fall asleep with tissues stuffed up my nose and clutching a packet of panadol.

Night night.

When Ginger met Amelia ...

... she fell head over heels in love.

(this time it was the husband taking the fuzzy photos. I think her Daddy took the last one (I just stole it off her bebo page). He's a bit better at photos than we are!)