Radix lecti – Couch Potato

I’ve nearly finished making everything nice and spic and span for tomorrow night. I feel like scrubbing down the entire bathroom, because of the dubious clean it got on Saturday (despite my eventual assistance), but I don’t have the time or the energy. Already I’m feeling drained, because I had such a stressful day. I think that tomorrow will be extremely stressful. Hopefully all goes as planned. But there is that saying, “How do you make God laugh? Tell him your plans.” And God could be in the mood for laughing. Typical of all men! I’m going to say a million Hail Mary’s tomorrow, and pray to Pa a million times over. It felt like that’s all that was going through my head today… hailmaryfullofgracethelordiswithyou blessedartthouamongwomenandblessedisthefruitofthywomb Jesus

holymarymotherofgodprayforussinnersnowandatthehourofourdeaths AMEN.

Calum and I went for a walk after work today. He bought us both a hot chocolate from coffee club and we went and sat at the edge of the watersense garden in king George square. Some guy came up to Calum just as he lit up a cigarette and said, “can I have one of your cigarettes?” Calum said “no.” and the guy just went all weird and immediately said, “no? I don’t need any of yours anyway; I got some of me own! What would I need yours for? You can shove ‘em up your ass, you’d probably like that ya poofta!” He was such a derro. Calum did his usual “go back to Burpengary” and then later thought of awesome comebacks.

Apparently Calum has previously had a run-in with this guy in king George square, over cigarettes, of all things! He thought he might be in for a fight this afternoon, but luckily it didn’t escalate to that level.

Some photos, just because I haven’t done this in a while:

Baby Napoleon on the couch, on his first day at our house. Look how little he is!

A card that I found at the cheapo shop in the valley, just down from Brunswick St train station. I don’t get it.

I found this coaster somewhere, from when Kirra, Charmaine, Chris & I went to Noosa for a weekend. We went to some RSL or something for lunch, and there was a family of mullets. Chris wrote this on the coaster and threatened to give it to the teenage boy of the family.

Update! I just burnt my hand by pouring boiling hot water straight from the pot all over it. It kills.