catch up

Went to the Melbourne Royal Show again, to show the Brown Dog and buy some showbags. It was a beautiful day. The Brown Dog came second (Runner Up Best of Breed) which is good. The showing thing was over by 11am, which is better. The showbags were ridiculously expensive, which was bad. The fairy floss was being sold in paper cones (good), little plastic bags (good), or buckets (just fucking insane). BUCKETS, people. Nobody needs a bucket of fairy floss. I only saw one person carrying a bucket, a girl of about 9, and the bucket was empty. EMPTY. I have no words.

We sat down with dinner (nachos) tonight and started watching Newlyweds, which is sort of like our Moral Superiority Fix of the Week, and all was well until the ads came on. Then Mr. T began fast-forwarding the ads. “How? How are you doing this? How is this possible?” I yelped. He merely smiled in a superior manner. “Stop it! STOP IT!” I whined. “You’re breaking time! BREAKING TIIIIIIIIIME!”

….oh, he’d recorded it on the DVR, and we were watching about 10 minutes behind the actual program. I’m sure you all knew that. I did not.

Mr. T and I, for unknown reasons, were discussing something the other night and I said, “Yip yip yip yip yip,” and Mr. T followed up with “RA-dio, RA-dio, yip yip yip yip yip…” If this means something to you, then you will like this page; and you will even consider downloading Real Player to be able to view this video.