Little Baby Rimmer

[ointment]

I just returned from a leisurely trip back to my homeland, Victoria.  My 'back on the rock' activities included a cookin lesson with pops, sucessfully made snapper with yams, hung out on a sheepskin by the fire - with really cute dogs and Todd, guzzled delicious home brew, watched a lousy parade, had carolans and coffee at Julie's,  went to Bubie Roses for kosher delights, and the dogs dragged Todd and I along for a walk.  I pictured walking the dogs a calm, relaxing experience.  Reality smacked me in the face when we crossed paths with a brutish pit bull in a fuzzy pink hoodie.  The pit bull was totally still, wincing at Schnapps and Stein egging her on to bark back.  What a cool and happenin' dog that was, and the meanwhile my dogs are making total asses of themselves.  They dont even have neat sweaters!?

i have got butt loads to do.