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Handsome man makin' me a salad
Feb. 25th, 2008 08:16 pmAhoy thar JiveLournal!
Well, I hope most of you had a better weekend than we did. I did have a lovely Friday night - I got home about 10pm after my trip to Townsville to be greeted by a loving husband and a dinner of gourmet omelette and verdelho. I crawled off to bed exhausted but happy.
Is he auditioning for a hosting role on Iron Chef?
Saturday morning I woke reasonably early, and for a brief moment entertained the idea of heading off to the markets. The briefest of moments, before my body woke up enough to tell my brain to go and get stuffed. It was sick and consequently we were staying in. Only I could come down with a killer cold the day it hit 40oC (that's 104F for my 'merkin friends). So my weekend was largely spent in the bedroom, sleeping off the worst of the sickness in air-conditioned comfort. No markets, no gym, not even a swim to cool down.
Today was something of an improvement. I made it to work for an entire 4 hours before heading home to crash. By the time I got home, however, I'd worked myself up into a temper over something, and by the time I'd cooled down enough to discuss things rationally the exhaustion had passed, so I made the most of the afternoon off and Got Things Done. New tires may have hurt my bank balance, but at least my car is street-legal again! Stationary was purchased, paperwork was completed (plus the related filing filed) and then I got reckless...
The husband has been in dire need of a haircut for several weeks now. It's been quietly driving me to distraction (the bouffant look really doesn't suit him), so this afternoon I took him to the hairdressers, but they were closed. "Bugger it", thought I, "I'll do it myself!". I must admit, it turned out much better than I anticipated. I pretty much expected to have to shave the whole mess off, but I think he can get away with a dodgy home job for a while. There are a couple of questionable sections, done before I worked out the technique properly, but for a first time effort with a pair of paper scissors and a bent comb, I think it passes.
Take that, vegetables!
At the very least, he no longer looks boofy. Now he looks more like his gorgeous self as he puts together the salad for our dinner.
Well, I hope most of you had a better weekend than we did. I did have a lovely Friday night - I got home about 10pm after my trip to Townsville to be greeted by a loving husband and a dinner of gourmet omelette and verdelho. I crawled off to bed exhausted but happy.
Is he auditioning for a hosting role on Iron Chef?
Saturday morning I woke reasonably early, and for a brief moment entertained the idea of heading off to the markets. The briefest of moments, before my body woke up enough to tell my brain to go and get stuffed. It was sick and consequently we were staying in. Only I could come down with a killer cold the day it hit 40oC (that's 104F for my 'merkin friends). So my weekend was largely spent in the bedroom, sleeping off the worst of the sickness in air-conditioned comfort. No markets, no gym, not even a swim to cool down.
Today was something of an improvement. I made it to work for an entire 4 hours before heading home to crash. By the time I got home, however, I'd worked myself up into a temper over something, and by the time I'd cooled down enough to discuss things rationally the exhaustion had passed, so I made the most of the afternoon off and Got Things Done. New tires may have hurt my bank balance, but at least my car is street-legal again! Stationary was purchased, paperwork was completed (plus the related filing filed) and then I got reckless...
The husband has been in dire need of a haircut for several weeks now. It's been quietly driving me to distraction (the bouffant look really doesn't suit him), so this afternoon I took him to the hairdressers, but they were closed. "Bugger it", thought I, "I'll do it myself!". I must admit, it turned out much better than I anticipated. I pretty much expected to have to shave the whole mess off, but I think he can get away with a dodgy home job for a while. There are a couple of questionable sections, done before I worked out the technique properly, but for a first time effort with a pair of paper scissors and a bent comb, I think it passes.
Take that, vegetables!
At the very least, he no longer looks boofy. Now he looks more like his gorgeous self as he puts together the salad for our dinner.
xoxo
