And the award goes to....

Firstborn son is getting an award today. I think it's for music. I'll find out when he brings it home, as proud parents are apparantly seriously uncool at School Assemblies. It's all part of the "I Was Hatched From A Pod" thing that they go through. See if I give birth to him again any time soon.

Godzilla Vs Gravity

My house is full of faulty anti-gravity geckoes. They're ok up to a point, but they only make it about halfway across the bathroom ceiling before they drop onto your head while you're shampooing and singing really badly. I'm so not a nature lover.

Rerun.

God preserve me from fifth grade maths homework. This is my third time through grade five and I'm still getting my hundreds and tens in the wrong columns. Primary school sucks. Just ask my son.

Migraine, anyone???

Firstborn came in last night and announced that I don't have to worry about him going to Schoolies Week and getting into trouble. He and his mates have decided they're going to Thailand for the Full Moon parties, instead. I feel SO much better.

Fat Computer/Cookie Monster

I am so in demand at the moment. In the last three days I've had everything from Russian barbie dolls offering me marriage and everything that goes with it to personal messages from Niam, Queen of the fairies, who is waiting with bated breath in her ivory fortress for me to come and rescue her. I hate it when my computer gets sick. Although I could really see myself going with the 'rock hard abs in 3 days' deal that I was offered earlier today. Ahh, vanity, thy name is Krjsteien, which is apparantly how my name is spelt in Internet Cookie Speak. Sigh. Time to reformatt and put my fat PC on a cookie-free diet. It kinda bites that I'm gonna miss my chance to make millions from "Horny Housewives Adult Entertainment From Your Home" but those are the sacrifices you make. Although if I wait another five minutes I bet there'll be an even better offer up for grabs. God bless free enterprise.