… should you choose to accept it.
Well Mr. T has returned, from whence he came; so now there is another person in the house so Beware stalkers! (Actually, i’ve never really much feared stalkers and night wanderers and soforth. Must be due to the two giant dogs in the house, with the barking and the sleeping in front of the front door and the vigilant chasing of fearsome neighbourhood cats.) Regardless. Mr. T took a whistlestop tour through the Southern states including Georgia, Oklahoma, Texas, one of the Carolinas I forget which, and another state which escapes me. I’m sorry, Northern Hemisphere people. I am very bad at your states. I fare just as badly with Canada, the cantons of Switzerland and the relative positions of Sussex and Essex. Anyway, back to the globetrotting adventures, not that I’m bitter, of Mr. T. Although he did have to do lots of work though, so I am way less jealous than I otherwise would be. Also, the bringing home of the presents has been most satisfying. Mr. T, as is his overly-researching way, stuck to Expensive things that he would otherwise not have bought in Australia. Hence the business shirts (I forget which flavour; US$22 vs Aust$80); many, many, OK three, pairs of Timberlands (US$125 vs Aust$350-ish); Aveda stuff (don’t know vs don’t much care); and my personal favourite, late Christmas present and undisputed Champion New Favourite Toy: the Canon Digital Rebel XT (US$shitloads vs Aust$close to double).
You’d think I’d post a photo to this post, wouldn’t you? You would be wrong. I am having too much fun yelling at the dogs to “work it, work it!” and have not yet fussed with my downloaded pictures. Soon, honestly. But not tonight (Josephine). Mr. T told me on Sunday night that two of our good friends from NZ are coming over to stay for a week. They arrive Tuesday. That’s tomorrow. So I have to go now, and wash them some sheets. Because that’s just the kind of host I am. All clean linen, plus one curious cat who will undoubtedly want to crawl into the clean linen with you. No charge!