Tuesday, April 26, 2005
ANZAC Day: A day for remembering those who died for our freedom...
Or, if you live in our flat, a day of extreme oddness, culminating (is that the appropriate word?) in G-Money, Mary and George standing outside in the cold darkness tapping putty out of Mary's window because she locked herself out of her room.
Don't you love landlords who don't fix door knobs?
So, today, G-Money bought a car. G-Money, Mary, Seamus and myself went out for brunch to celebrate. Seamus had a nervous breakdown because he hadn't brushed his teeth. We went to The Warehouse in Kilbirnie (massive. MASSIVE. Freaking huge, in fact) and bought many a heater, plus a few assorted items such as an X-Men colouring-in book. We came home. We went to Porirua. We came home again. I made pumpkin soup for dinner. G-Money and myself went to church to practise the Wedding Song of Doom. Steff became strangely optimistic. G-Money, however, become ever so slightly stressed and needed KFC to calm his nerves, poor dear (hambeast), so on the return trip to the flat he ate his coleslaw while steering with his knees and I changed the gears. And then he and Seamus stole a dishwasher. And then Mary locked herself out of her room, which brings us to where we are now.
God defend New Zealand. Lord knows us fucking morons can't do it.
Or, if you live in our flat, a day of extreme oddness, culminating (is that the appropriate word?) in G-Money, Mary and George standing outside in the cold darkness tapping putty out of Mary's window because she locked herself out of her room.
Don't you love landlords who don't fix door knobs?
So, today, G-Money bought a car. G-Money, Mary, Seamus and myself went out for brunch to celebrate. Seamus had a nervous breakdown because he hadn't brushed his teeth. We went to The Warehouse in Kilbirnie (massive. MASSIVE. Freaking huge, in fact) and bought many a heater, plus a few assorted items such as an X-Men colouring-in book. We came home. We went to Porirua. We came home again. I made pumpkin soup for dinner. G-Money and myself went to church to practise the Wedding Song of Doom. Steff became strangely optimistic. G-Money, however, become ever so slightly stressed and needed KFC to calm his nerves, poor dear (hambeast), so on the return trip to the flat he ate his coleslaw while steering with his knees and I changed the gears. And then he and Seamus stole a dishwasher. And then Mary locked herself out of her room, which brings us to where we are now.
God defend New Zealand. Lord knows us fucking morons can't do it.
