long weekend

We went to Gippsland for the Queen’s Birthday three-day weekend. Did you go? Funny, I didn’t see you there. I did see a Big Dog there:


I ONLY HAS A PLASTIC BOTTLE TO LOVE

Honest to god, how big is that dog? 42 kilos, to be exact. He is eating like a sumo wrestler, but at least you can see where the food is going. I haven’t had a puppy before and I have been shocked, SHOCKED at how much he eats. When he’s an adult he will eat about half of his current intake; I feel like I’m trying to keep a teenager in Weetbix.

Anyway, apart from chewing on bottles, we did a bit of motorbike riding. Hard-core motorbike riding. Wait, that should be in caps: HARD-CORE motorbike riding. Also to be said with that echo boom voice. Oh yes. Exhibit A below:

I’m not sure what my favourite thing about this photo is: the delight of Mr. T in wresting this bike from a six year old, or said forlorn six year old in the background. What goes around comes around, and (unsurprisingly) Mr. T cracked his knee on the handlebars very soon afterwards. Hey, at least he didn’t ride it into the dam.

Four other oysters followed them,

Reading:
Tad Williams “Otherland” series for possibly the tenth time.

Listening:
To my new shuffle iPod, since I seem to have lost my old Nano. BOO. I loved my old one. At least the new one is still green.

Watching:
The GIGANTIC new TV. Did we need a new TV? No. Do we have one? Apparently so.

Eating:
Chocolate covered licorice. The best bit is that everyone else hates it and I NEVER HAVE TO SHARE.

Liking:
Cups of tea. Especially when someone else makes them for me.

Pondering:
My complete failure to learn the military phonetic alphabet. I am sick of being on the phone and saying “N for… uh… something starting with N… Nicola? No, that’s a name. Nest?” (NOVEMBER, self. November.)