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I was in the mood when I woke. However, my darling husband maintains that the only reason I wouldn't be in the mood would be if I were dead. He dashed my hopes terribly. Bastard. Grr. He said he needed the 3 C's - cigarette, coffee and a crap! Fine! I made the kids lunches. He took them to school and preschool. I scrubbed the toilet and the shower.
He had to go to see Qld Access about another job - this time for Carl's wife - who wants a pergola built at their home. He was only gone for about half an hour. When he got back, he ravaged me in the bedroom. Hmmm. Satisfying. He asked me if I'd like to go along on his next job, and I agreed. He let me get my walking legs back - they tend to jellify... LOL.
Matt had to fix a bodgy plaster job at a house. He's been there before a few months ago. He put up a trampoline, built a fence, and a few odd jobs. Today he plastered over the cracks in a wall, bogged up some holes in the wall outside where an air conditioner had been (she'd had it removed and repositioned). He also had to lay a slab of concrete at the back where she wants to put her BBQ. There were three dogs there - a Shih-tzu, a maltese cross with shih-tzu, and another small fluffy dog of some description. I sat on the ground, watching Matt work, while these dogs fought for lap space. At least it kept them off the freshly laid concrete.
We came home about 1:30pm with Hungry Jacks burgers for lunch. I need to exercise. I have to get rid of this round tummy. Yuk. Burgers don't help. Trouble is, I have no-one here that will keep me committed, no friend to work out with. I just don't have the staying power with a negative balance in the "you can do it" stakes. As the Lemonheads say "I get so down about it".
Ok - self pity mode switched off. Matt had a sleep while I went to get the kids from the relevant educational institutions. I took them with me to Ian and Nicky's to drop off a Partylite order. The kids played with Eric and Skye. We had a cuppa or two, then I had to get the kids home for dinner. The guys were cooking T-bones for us, and sausages for the kids. I got home about 5:30pm - Matt said he's only been awake about 15 minutes - which means a 3 hour sleep, so he probably won't sleep tonight. I hate it when he sleeps too long for a nap. He'll be tossing and turning in bed tonight.
I watched Spicks and Specks on my own tonight. We usually watch it together, but the cricket was on... I'm a cricket widow. He's a cricket tragic. He's trying to get a nail gun on ebay tonight. He'll be there until midnight. That's ok, I'm still in the Roswell marathon. I still have two and a half DVD's to go. Then I'll watch ROAR, while I continue my quest for seasons of The 4400 at a reasonable price. The postie is becoming a firm friend. I've gone on a DVD spree on ebay recently.
Gypsy was very put out that I'd been unfaithful with other dogs!!! She was so happy to see me, until she caught a whiff of my jeans. She grudgingly sat in my lap tonight, until I changed into my robe - which doesn't smell of other dogs - and then she was more content. How can a dog make you feel so damn guilty?????
He had to go to see Qld Access about another job - this time for Carl's wife - who wants a pergola built at their home. He was only gone for about half an hour. When he got back, he ravaged me in the bedroom. Hmmm. Satisfying. He asked me if I'd like to go along on his next job, and I agreed. He let me get my walking legs back - they tend to jellify... LOL.
Matt had to fix a bodgy plaster job at a house. He's been there before a few months ago. He put up a trampoline, built a fence, and a few odd jobs. Today he plastered over the cracks in a wall, bogged up some holes in the wall outside where an air conditioner had been (she'd had it removed and repositioned). He also had to lay a slab of concrete at the back where she wants to put her BBQ. There were three dogs there - a Shih-tzu, a maltese cross with shih-tzu, and another small fluffy dog of some description. I sat on the ground, watching Matt work, while these dogs fought for lap space. At least it kept them off the freshly laid concrete.
We came home about 1:30pm with Hungry Jacks burgers for lunch. I need to exercise. I have to get rid of this round tummy. Yuk. Burgers don't help. Trouble is, I have no-one here that will keep me committed, no friend to work out with. I just don't have the staying power with a negative balance in the "you can do it" stakes. As the Lemonheads say "I get so down about it".
Ok - self pity mode switched off. Matt had a sleep while I went to get the kids from the relevant educational institutions. I took them with me to Ian and Nicky's to drop off a Partylite order. The kids played with Eric and Skye. We had a cuppa or two, then I had to get the kids home for dinner. The guys were cooking T-bones for us, and sausages for the kids. I got home about 5:30pm - Matt said he's only been awake about 15 minutes - which means a 3 hour sleep, so he probably won't sleep tonight. I hate it when he sleeps too long for a nap. He'll be tossing and turning in bed tonight.
I watched Spicks and Specks on my own tonight. We usually watch it together, but the cricket was on... I'm a cricket widow. He's a cricket tragic. He's trying to get a nail gun on ebay tonight. He'll be there until midnight. That's ok, I'm still in the Roswell marathon. I still have two and a half DVD's to go. Then I'll watch ROAR, while I continue my quest for seasons of The 4400 at a reasonable price. The postie is becoming a firm friend. I've gone on a DVD spree on ebay recently.
Gypsy was very put out that I'd been unfaithful with other dogs!!! She was so happy to see me, until she caught a whiff of my jeans. She grudgingly sat in my lap tonight, until I changed into my robe - which doesn't smell of other dogs - and then she was more content. How can a dog make you feel so damn guilty?????