rah

I’ve hever had it with bugger/marge before. It’s Kelley’s fault.

My sister texted me the other day with:

Snow in Orange!!

I knew she was totally showing off about living in a colder climate and getting snow and blah blah blah.

I decided I wanted to make her jealous that I live in the city, with the humidity and the pollution…

So I replied with:

Concrete in Sydney!

We are often asked by friends/family/work peoples how we’re going with Litter Kwitter training… 14 months in.

It’s been fucking awful at times, but at the moment I am very proud to stay that we have finally moved to the Intermediate Stage (Orange Stage, for those of you who know the lingo). This means  there’s enough of a hole that 75% of the time the boys are offloading into the toilet proper. The hole is only about 10cm wide, so that’s some damn good aiming going on!

For us, this is technically the 3rd stage since we bought the in-between stages 1 and 2 “ring” to help out since we have 2 cats (and one very stubborn one), and moving onto the official intermediate stage last week was the easiest transition we’ve ever had. No bribing, only a few tears… YAY US!

And now, visual evidence: I don’t have the stomach to video the event, but this photo of Bear is for Harriet, Cathy, Nat, Josh and eleventy billion other people who thought we wouldn’t get beyond stage 1. I ish proud!

Just to clarify, this was before The Event took place, so your eyes have not been tainted ;o)

Found this on FunkyLoveBunny’s tumbr this morning:

“Before the internet, when we had time to do stuff, relax & think”

I miss living above shops

This photo reminds me of where we lived in until I was about 5; it was above a fruit shop along the main drag of Grafton. We would sit on the awning outside our loungeroom to watch the Jacaranda Festival parade. These were the days before dad got cancer, when we owned the local Drive-In and I spent my days running around the backyard playing with Duke the dog.

So that was 25 years ago.

Dan and I moved into our current place just over a year ago - and it’s above a shop. There aren’t any parades to watch, but living here is like reclaiming my childhood and it’s given me the chance to redeem those 25 years; the years where my childhood was lost.

Living here is actually is cheaper (and better) than my therapist.

And I’m awesome because Threadless told me so when my tshirt order arrived this morning.

I kinda bought 5 tshirts, but with the exchange rate, it worked out about $20 a tshirt. Bargain!

This is the one I’m wearing atm:

“Fail” cow not jumping over the moon

It’s going to take me 3 weekends to give all the shirts their proper induction. Never had such exciting variety in my tshirts!