I would just like everyone to know that Sean is really, truly, great.
He always listens. He cares about me and my life. He encourages and defends me. He is a truly great friend and brother.
He reminds me that being under-appreciated is worse than being overworked or underpaid, and then he shows that he appreciates me.
And then he makes me laugh with inappropriate humour.
How could I not love this guy?
I’m so glad we adopted each other. I’m so glad he is as happy about that as I am.
At a family gathering, one niece arrived with her laptop and said to her sister, who had set up the room, “Tell me where to go?”
My response: “That’s not an invitation my sisters would ever give me.”
True story.
Just now, LMC and I had this conversation.
LMC: “You’re a nut.”
Me: “No. You’re a nut.”
LMC: “Nutty’s a nut.”
Me: “No, Nutty’s a squirrel. I’m a genius.”
LMC: “Because you’re wearing jeans?”
Me: “Yeah. I have a jean-y arse.”
She cracked up again. Honestly, she laughs at the littlest things.
So, I forgot to tell the funniest part of last night’s fart story.
After she finished laughing, she asked me, “Is that all you’ve got? Or is there something else up your sleeve?”
And I said, “That wasn’t up my sleeve, honey.”
Riotous laughter ensued yet again.
As a woman, I’m led to believe that I’m one of very few who think that farts are actually funny. I try to maintain decorum most of the time, but on the odd occasion, I can compete with the best of them.
I’m generally quite private about m such things but, when you’re holidaying in a caravan and in closer quarters than usual, such discretion is not always so achievable.
So tonight, LMC heard me let a fart go for only the second time ever.
She thought it was hysterical. Honestly, it was really nothing special, but she cracked up laughing until she had tears and her stomach hurt.
It’s good to know she’s so easily and cheaply entertained. We can sell the TV.
In the car on the way to town, I said,”It’s hot in here!”
He said, “No, it’s not.”
“It is!” I insisted.
“It’s only really warm in here. The sun’s been on the car.”
It’s summer in Australia, and I swear he’s part fish.
Today as we were driving, we saw a guy running down the road.
I said, “There are easier ways to get somewhere.”
The my sister said, “I don’t even see anything chasing him.”
Yesterday afternoon, I went to meet LMC at the corner as she was walking home from school. I needed to go to the supermarket, and I didn’t want her to walk all the way home when I was in town anyway.
I waved as I saw her walking toward me, and she broke into a run. Then she threw her arms around me and said happily, “Boy, am I glad to see you!”
Before she had a chance to explain why, two ladies who had just walked out of the bank and stopped nearby both smiled at what they saw and heard. They probably thought I was her mum, and that she just loved me that much.
One said, “Oh! How beautiful!” The other said, “That’s so nice to hear! Just lovely!”
They both beamed at LMC and then at me, as if I had performed some kind of child-rearing miracle.
As LMC and I walked away, she explained that she wanted to go to the supermarket, and she needed to work out what to wear for a disco-themed out-of-uniform day for school. And could she have something special for an after-school snack? It wasn’t so much that she was happy to see me: it was rather that it suited her hopeful plans for me to be there at that time.
Even so, I’m glad she didn’t blurt that out in front of those ladies. It would have been awful to shatter their illusions of our idyllic family life almost as quickly as they were created.
Watching Family Feud this afternoon, the question was “Name a part of your body that might hit you in the face when bouncing on a trampoline.”
After the regular answers such as hand, arm, leg, knee, and fingers, there was just one answer left.
One guy suggested “your butt”. Hysterical. Not surprisingly, though, it wasn’t on the list.
The opposing team suggested that a man’s junk might hit him in the face.
Then this conversation happened between the three of us watching together.
V: “Do you want to tell me how a man is going to get whacked in the face with that?”
J: “You mean that’s never happened to you?”
Me: “If men could work out how to make that happen, they’d never be bored again.”
Those ten seconds were more entertaining than the whole show.
Occasionally, I like to throw caution to the wind and do something dangerous. Intrepid and adventurous, that’s me. Completely aware of the perils ahead, I put my sassy pants on and set out for an adventure that has long been on the bucket list for this holiday.
The Vermont Teddy Bear Company makes hand-crafted, fully customisable teddy bears that are unbearably adorable.
The bears all carry the trademark labels and eyes which distinguish them from other bears. The eyes have “Born in Vermont” imprinted in the iris. Too cute. Being from Vermont, the Bears all have a chubby tummy that is known at the company as “the belly that Ben & Jerry’s built”.
There are hundreds of different outfits that can be purchased for the 15″ bears, reflecting seasons, occupations, sports and significant life events. Most of the bears have brown eyes, but can be customised with blue, green or hazel eyes. Paws and outfits can be customised with embroidery.
The factory tour is fun and entertaining for all ages. I was really pleased to see the tour being led by a delightful guy who has a disability but is obviously living joyfully despite it.
The bears are very reasonably priced in comparison to other top-quality, hand-crafted collectible bears, such as the Charlie Bears which I also collect.
All in all, I had a wonderful day here. I made the experience complete by adopting a 15″ Maple Bear with blue eyes. It’s fair to say that he had a pretty good day, too.
An Aussie Maple Leaf, adrift on the wind... 