Another cute Ianism is something he does that he’s not even conscious of.

While watching TV or reading, Mr Jackson always needs to be twisting a piece of paper or flipping a coin or button in one hand. Sometimes when I’m drifting of to sleep while he’s still reading, I hear the sound of the blinds moving and it’s comforting. I know it’s because Ian’s twisting their cord through his fingers.

But something not as cute is how much trouble I get into when I forget to refill the ice cube tray or put the cold water back into the fridge. And this week, because it’s been so hot, I’ve been in trouble an awful lot.

Ian seems to think that some day I’ll learn. But I lived with Raph for almost as long as I have lived with husband. And she never managed to get me to put the water back in the fridge either.  I don’t think there’s hope for cold drinks in our house really. Lucky the tap water in Sydney is such stellar quality.

Things making me laugh today

 1) Something I can imagine our Branding Manager posting up in our office.

2) Bacon bandaids. Unless you were a pig, why would you want these? And even then…

3) If I saw someone wearing these at the beach, I think after my initial laughing fit, I’d feel a bit weirded out. It’s almost too much information about what’s underneath…but then I am pretty squeamish about body parts and bones and stuff. 

4) These pencils look like Mr Squiggle’s nose!

Conversations with Donna & Gavin

Conversation one:

Donna (via Skype): I have to go to this class about pain management during labour.
Me:  Oh, like epidurals and stuff?
Donna: Yeah. I don’t really want to have an epidural, it sounds really bad.
Me: Well, everyone’s different hey, you just have to get what’s going to be best for you.
Donna: That’s right. And everyone has different pain thresholds anyway. Mine’s pretty strong. I’ll probably be ok.   
Gavin (butting in, uninvited): Donna will want an epidural within five minutes of going into labour.

Conversation two:

Donna: I don’t like your friends. They swear too much.
Gavin: Well your friends swear too!
Donna: No they don’t!
Gavin: What about Neen?
Donna: Neen doesn’t swear!
Gavin: What are you talking about? She swears ALL the time.
Donna: I’ve never heard it.

Conversation three:

Me (via sms): Roslyn had her baby and she stole my name!
Donna (subject title of her email not more than five minutes later).  Heretic! Sacrilege! And other grand betrayals.