ABOVE: darling Coco in the washing basket... so cute. She is just the most lovely wee dog.
I'm sick of being home ... I'm going out. Not sure where, or to do what... but OUT!
While I'm out... here's a 'funny' I got via email yesterday:
GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN:
Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa - half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful!
Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe -well-developed and open to trade, especially for something of real value.
Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain - very hot, relaxed, and convinced of her own beauty.
Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece & gently aging, but still a warm and desirable place to visit.
Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all-conquering past..
Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel - has been through war, doesn't make the same mistakes twice, and takes care of business.
Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada - cool, self-preserving, but open to meeting new people.
After 70, she becomes Tibet - wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages.... an adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge.
THE GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN:
Between 1 and 80, a man is like Iran - ruled by nuts. THE END.
ONWARD...
Been out, did some banking... got a few extra groceries as we have dinner guests tonight (Aunty and Uncle up the road)... not much else! Had a good look around a Scrapbook shop in Mt Wellington... but nothing caught my eye and screamed "BUY ME!"... so I am now home contemplating doing the vacuming. Oh yaaaaaa....
Vacuming a Wash Floors a Dinner in oven a Dust and Polish a
Relax for a little while ... *sigh*. There was a good reason why I invited guests over for dinner! It made me do the floors if nothing else! As it has been raining A LOT lately, Teddy and Coco have been traipsing in and out with grubby paws and leaving me floors dirty... I have been meaning to mop the floors for days... now it's done!
End of Day: first time in YEARS... I stuffed up me dinner! Well ... not the dinner exactly... it was the dessert! I burnt me fruit pies... really well too! GUTTED by it ... felt dreadful serving up burnt pies and custard to our guests! Weird thing, they still ate them... I think they were just being nice. THANKS. nite nite.