Thursday, September 21, 2006


This is the image I want you to have of us this week; not one of virulent gastro, projectile vomiting, ruined sofa, and stuff too horrible to mention.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

My Sunshine

How much do I love these three people? To the sun and back. And some.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

You guessed it...

I've been putting off posting because I know that all I'll talk about is sleep. Or lack of it. And how much everyone else is getting compared to us. Guard on night duty at a fire cracker factory during a thunderstorm? More sleep than us. Insomniac owl? Waaay more sleep than us. The hapless mouse that scientists kept awake for a week and a half just to see how long it would last before it went doolaly and died (which it did). More sleep. Than us.

See. I'm talking about sleep. Humour me for just a minute more. For those childless people out there (I know you exist), use this scenario as a reference. A stranger (aka Rosa) breaks into your house in the dead of night, creeps up to your bed and ~PAARRRRP!~ lets off a fog horn next to your ear. You; A. cheerfully throw back the covers and invite him to chew on your nipple and yell at you a bit more for the rest of the night, or B. scream, knock him on the head with a lamp, and run to dial 000. Yes, well. We choose A. Every time.