'Tis The Season

It just isn't.

Danger Zone!

Don't worry, folks, myself, my crotch and the spider came through the ordeal unscathed.
The dance I did would have seemed pretty hilarious to an observer though.

Full Day

After reading through my brother's insane engineering project, all the experiments and research they had to do, I am so very glad I did a Bachelor of Arts. Engineering is crazy involved.

The theme of the party was 'worst op shop* outfit you can buy' and most of the guys took the opportunity to cross to the other side of the closet.
Dude on the left: volleyball outfit, that is essentially a cheerleader's tunic, and a pirate hat.
Dude in the middle: ladies frock coat, ladies pyjama pants, a fetching scarf.
Dude on the right: rocking the kaftan as he deep-fries that bacon.

It reconfirmed my theory that dudes in skirts is pretty much the cutest thing.

*Op shop = charity/thrift store.

What Are You Implying?

It's the way they say it, as if I've got 20 cats.
It's never just 'cats', it's always something like 'all your cats'.
Or I'll say 'I've only got two' and they'll say 'for now...'.

>:-/

Bloody Allergies

I have no idea what set me off but the pollen fairy must have wafted in my window last night while I was sleeping and sprinkled a handful of God knows what on my eye because I woke up looking like Quasimodo.

Refresh Refresh Refresh!

Pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!
Now I can relax!
Until the Australian election, where we may very possibly be screwed.

Here's the panel I would have run if Romney had won.

Stray Hair

And a gentle drift of cat hairs are shaken loose and drift down to the ground...

Gents, I'm still single, any takers?

 

Ah well.