Far out brussel sprout!
It’s only been a few weeks since we last went grocery shopping, but oh boy did we hit those shops hard tonight! $425 later, and we have about a month’s worth of food, plus weed kiler, plus some bits and bobs for around the house (hooks to hang up stuff etc) (those hooks only cost $1 by the way). If I see the inside of another grocery store in the next week or two I think I might scream. I’m pretty sure my wallet will attack me, and my EFTPOS card will just up and run away. Thus I’m planning on steering clear of Woolworths for a while.
This evening was fun. Not. We dropped off our iPhones for repairs (my centre button is playing up) then came home to unpack the semi-trailer’s worth of groceries before making dinner. During all of that, Joe, our housemate, managed to slice open his foot on one of the rocks underneath our back deck while saving one of the dog’s balls (nothing rude there, I’m talking about tennis balls). Basically, our deck juts out a few metres or so over a canal, and at low tide we have a bit of beach and a lot of rocks with oysters. Not nice.
Well, the beach bit is. And the water. The dogs love to play in the water.
So while C had managed to help Joe climb back up onto the deck, wash his foot out and bandage it, I went and hosed down the deck where blood was beginning to stain the tiles. Afterwards, we returned to our cold dinner.
Hmm…as I write this I’m realising that I’m sound a bit grumpy. Perhaps I should go to bed soon.
I’ve also spent the evening trying to figure out why my kindle refuses to connect to the online store, which despite my best efforts it still refuses to do. I have a feeling it may have to do with the fact that it was still registered under my sister’s account (she bought the kindle for me as a present for Christmas). She’s since unregistered it for me, but it still won’t connect. I’ll try again in the morning, and after that I’ll give customer service a call.
Shit. Speaking of phone calls that reminds me that I was meant to call a costume shop today to organise a Lara Croft costume for a hen’s party this weekend. Now that I think about it, I think the chances are extremely slim of there being a non-slutty version of a Lara Croft costume that will actually fit these hips of mine. I can’t say I want to go looking like this:
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Annoyingly, even with my sized hips and an incredible lack of cellulite despite the size of her thighs, Angelina still manages to look kinda cool. I think she’d need to see someone about those tits though. They don’t look healthy.
Right, I think it’s bed time. When you talk about a fat Angelina Jolie getting boob surgery you know it’s time for your head to meet the pillow for the evening. Goodnight all!
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