Finishing the year in the toilet

Well, it's as good a place as any to say Happy Holidays!

Among the accessories recently purchased for the toilet and bathroom was a funky new toilet roll holder. It's a triumph in both design and practicality - it looks exceptionally cool AND holds two toilet rolls at once! Whooppee! The way I see it, with two toilet rolls on the holder, you should never run out of toilet paper (or at least, not without considerably fair warning). You start with your shiny new, empty toilet roll holder, add two new toilet rolls, and when one runs out, you're left with another to start on meaning you can replace the empty toilet roll at leisure, for ever and ever amen.

Except, somehow, this happened, leaving me amused and the husband scratching his head. After some consideration however, the husband has decreed that my analness (excuse the pun) has reached new heights, and I'm compulsively evening up the toilet rolls without even realising it.

Could be.

I'll see yus in the New Year sometime.

Argh

My rings won't be done by Christmas.

My rings will be done by late January.

In theory.

I am an unhappy camper.

Next milestone - I hope they're done by my brother's wedding in February.

'tis the season to be jolly fa la la la la, la la la la

Because there are only 2 more working days left before the holidays. It's certainly not because of the weather.

Things are moving along at home - the plasterers worked late and finished up on Tuesday night, which means that we can start painting. The husband has already done the ceilings and archi....whatever they're called. The bits along the top of the walls below the ceilings. Looks great too. Clever husband. He's sealing the walls tomorrow which Jess, for one, will be grateful for. Poor little border collie has been grey with plaster dust for the last couple of days. She starts off black, curls up on the floor or by a wall, and that's the end of that. Covered in dust. After trying to clean though for the last few days, I've come to the conclusion that it really is for the best that we're replacing the carpet at the end of this because I really wonder if the dust will ever come out. I can barely get it off the lino in the kitchen for heavensake.

Pluuuuus, my jeweller promised me last week that my rings would be ready this week, so as the week wears on, I'm getting more excited. It's been 3 months of waiting, but the design is gorgeous and I can't wait to have them back. 2 more days to go at most. Unless of course, he doesn't get them done, in which case, bugger.

In the meantime, to keep me distracted, I've got to work out how to turn that SPCA logo into a linky. Help? Anyone? I'm completely backward with all things technical. It's a wonder I even managed to start a blog.

The Husband - Puppy Collector

I was asking for it, really. Tempting fate and all that.

At this very moment, there is a stray dog secured on our property.

That makes it 4 to the husband, 2 to me.

He's like the dog/boy equivalent of a crazy cat lady.

Ginger - Kitty Rescuer

The husband, bless him, didn't even bat an eyelid when, after leaving the house with 2 dogs for a walk at the park on Monday afternoon, I arrived home post-walk with 2 dogs and 2 kittens.

Ahem.

It makes a change at least to the husband arriving home with an extra dog (this was my first kitten collection - he's come home from walking the dogs with an extra one three times!).

Poor little (gorgeous black fluffy) kitties were on their own at the park, and they were too teeny tiny (about 4 weeks old) to be ok on their own, so I took them home and phoned the SPCA (Funnily enough, I wasn't allowed to keep them. It seems that after being talked into 1 kitty and 2 puppies already, the husband was not to be broken a fourth and fifth time) who came and collected them straight away and took them through to a vet for special care.

I absolutely adore our dogs for the way they behaved at the park - Jack for protecting the kitties and flushing the area to make sure there weren't any more and Jess for circling the wider area to make Jack's self-designated job as chief kitty-protector easier, while I tried to work out how to get both dogs and the kittens out of the park with only two hands (Apologies to the other park walkers who saw waaaay more of my flubby tummy than they probably wanted to after I bundled the kitties up in my t-shirt to carry them out. Thank goodness I was wearing a t-shirt baggy enough that I could tie them up in that to secure them and still remain largely clothed). I did make absolutely sure that there was no mother cat before I took them though - I sent both dogs in to the surrounding bush but the only scent was the kittens'. Also, had there been a mother cat, I'm certain she would have been there protecting her babies.

Yay for the SPCA too. Spare them a thought at the moment while their job is especially full-on and they are doing their absolute best.

I should've made a list

Walking along Broadway in Newmarket at lunch time yesterday, I came across a woman trying to organise three children on a very busy sidewalk. Triplets. Boys. About 3 years old, maybe a bit more. Chaos. Which made me realise that I forgot to ask the hospital last week whether they had a refund policy for triplets (or worse). I could do twins, but triplets is a bit rough, so just a partial refund would be fine. Bugger.

I didn't get a particularly positive reaction though when I asked about return to sender options if they should mix me up a bratski. They laughed. Laughed! Fancy that. Then they had the audacity to say that they couldn't be held responsible for the results of any particular genetic mix! Honestly! Like it would be me and the husband's fault if our kid was spawn of the devil! How rude!

No one is accountable for anything these days...

It's a sad, sad world my friends.

I do not like green eggs and ham

It's important to put this post in context.

Half a dozen years ago, I didn't eat meat. One year ago, my steak went on the BBQ approximately half an hour before everyone elses. Including the people who like theirs well done. My idea of risky eating is adding mint to my boiled spuds and I was particularly surprised when Pal Sarah served me up cous cous recentlyish and I liked it.

So, don't fall off your chairs kiddies when I tell you that on Saturday night I had a fabulous dinner out with the husband, Pal Stu and Pal Sarah ... at a Yakatori bar. Me!! Japanese!!

Aaaannnd, guess what else?

I had beef tongue.

Beef tongue!

Beeeeeeffffff toooonnnnngue.

How completely brave am I?

(Admittedly, I had a lot of sticky rice as well, but we're focussing on the braveness. Baby steps and all that)

I also had something which I can't remember the name of but which was basically a plate of seared beef (read - I'm still not convinced that it wasn't raw), very thinly sliced and cooked in some clever Japanesey (obviously) way. I think I even had more than one bit.

Very clever Ginger if I do say so myself. Next, I'm going to take over the world.

(The husband feels it's important that I fess up to wussing out on the seafood, but I think it's important that we all focus on the beef tongue and raw meat and move on to world domination)