I hate Mondays

I went down into the living room to watch some tv and goof around on the laptop, and suddenly there was this loud hissing noise. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, but it was really loud and intense.

Then I happened to look up... Our living room used to be a shop way back when, so there's some very funky wiring in there and there's a chunk of wires sticking a couple of inches out if a small hole in the ceiling. We've tried to move them before, but the idiot who put them there decided to pull them through these plastic tubes and fix the tubes in place somewhere inside the ceiling, so the bastards won't budge. It's like something out of an Asian horror movie. They're ancient, from back when they used cloth in wires (also pretty idiotic).




Would you just look at that? It's like our ceiling is giving birth to one of the Borg.

So I'm looking up and I realize that's where the hissing is coming from. And then there's also smoke and sparks \o/ To make it even more fun, we have no idea what those bloody wires are connected to so we have no idea whether or not we've managed to turn them off, and if we kill the fuses then the alarm will go into hysterics. Isn't life grand?

At least now there's an electrician on the way. We're very excited to see of he manages to fix it without removing arts of the ceiling...

I hate Mondays.

two things!

First off we have documentation of my last girly moment.

It looked pretty for a while, then I went outside where it was hot and humid and the curls all ran away while I was in line at Baresso, waiting for my Gelatte. I didn't even notice at first, because I was standing next to a girl with the biggest plastic boobs I have ever seen in my entire life. I kept looking over at Mr Choochoo and his friend to see if they would notice, but no. 


Second, this is the strangest music video ever. Even if this might not be your kind of music, I'm sure you can still appreciate The Weird. Hell, if you can't appreciate The Weird, then what are you doing here, eh?

Goo and sleeping beauty

I have entered the influenza phase where I can sneeze a gazillion times in a row. Normally I'm a huge fan of sneezing. It's better than chocolate and the smell of new jeans. This is because a sneeze (and yes, I know I've said this before) makes the inside of your head feel like the air outside after it rains.

Not this time, though.

I will now distract you from thoughts of snot and slime by dangling a picture of my dog in front of your faces. I call it "sleeping beauty."

Farewell, cruel world!

Because I'm at death's door, see. I'm sick. Terribly, horribly sick. I have...the man-flu. Equal opportunities, and all that. Unfortunately, I don't get to whine and complain anywhere near as much as I'd like, because my voice is gone. Completely, absolutely vanished. Can't even make a squeaky sound.

As if that wasn't enough, Pooch is bored and has decided to spend all her time staring at me. Whenever I try to tell her to go lie down, no sound comes out and she thinks it's a new game. Then I try to use arm movements, which leads her to think that I've thrown something fun and she'd better go get it. When she fails to find anything, the whole song and dance starts all over again.

Also, I'm constantly stuffing myself with throat lozenges, because that is my way of clinging to sanity. Do you know what happens when you eat unnatural amounts of throat lozenges in a short period of time? Gas, that's what! Mister Choochoo has dubbed me Fart-Burp-Monster...

This week is stupid and I wish it would just go away. At least the weather is nice. Oh, wait...

Missed a spot with the sun lotion

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I have grumbles!

Last night, I woke up with my shoulder going "it huuuurts! It huuuuuuuurts!" And it was right. It did hurt. Three cheers for inflamed muscles. Weee. 

Given the circumstances, we decided to order food yesterday. Among said food there was a garlic bread. Of evil! 

So today I woke up with my stomach going "it huuuurts! it huuuuuuuuuurts!" My poor stomach has somehow swelled up to twice it's normal size. I'm just waiting for Mr Choochoo to get out of bed, take one look at me and think "Oh my god! She's pregnant!" Then I'll just sip my coke and watch the freak-out. 

Ladies and gentlemen, on our show tonight...

The Pooch's birthday cake video! TADAAA! (just ignore the house being a bit of a mess)