So it was yet another day inside...
Photo 1: Today's Secret Word
I checked in on my gazillion friends and went through my daily ritual of presenting them with a new "secret word". Why I started this, I do not know, but I have tried to ensure that they are not just words plucked from the internet, but have some meaning to me or have been heard by me in the past twenty-four hours. Today's secret word was Turducken.
It created a bit of a stir, but allowed me to discover the wonder that is rôti sans pareil, and this wonderful link!
Photo 2: The Chat
So somehow my good friend Gorbak managed to get drawn into the culinary discussion, and with him being in the US at the moment, we were soon typing away on Gmail chat. He then suggested audio chat, which allowed me to christen my new Microsoft LX3000 headset, and then video chat, which I had never done successfully before! It was great to catch up, as he has been a very busy lad lately. Must serve him up some five cup salad when next we meet up!
Photo 3: The last of the crop
Whilst speaking of things culinary, we harvested the last of our corn today! Considering it was planted as a whim, and way late, we did pretty well from our eight plants:
Picture 4: Field of Dreams
However, as there was on over-abundance of Dead Baseball Players that kept emerging from our crop, and an under-abundance of actual corn, we ploughed under our field today!
Photo 5: I'm a Lumberjack...
I cut kindling from the wood stack...
Picture 6: ... but I'm not OK!
... and drew blood in the process!
Picture 7: Kid Wrangling
Wrangle: To quarrel noisily or angrily; bicker. or, To herd (horses or other livestock)
Or all of the above!
With the floor strewn with toys, you would think they could each find individual items to amuse themselves with, wouldn't you?!? It also concerns me the number of people in Emily's picture! (And, yes, she did write her own name!)
Picture 8: The opposite of wiping your Palms.
I managed to placate the two eldest boys by installing a few more games onto their Z22 Palms, including a much demanded Tron Lightcycle game! They love their Tron!
Picture 9: Feeding Faces
The ravenous hordes were duly fed lunch, and I helped myself to a Raspberry Jam, Banana, and Sultana Sandwich. nom nom nom...
Picture 10: Decisions, Decisions...
I spent way too much time considering and pondering and mulling and ... well, you know how it is. Don't you?
Picture 11: What?!? They need feeding again?!?!
I guess they did!
After getting the rugrats fed, and bathed, and into bed...
Picture 12: The Idiot Box
Finally a bit of peace and ... What are you doing back up stairs?!? Get back into BED!
Sorry... a bit of peace and ... What NOW?!?
Sorry... a bit of peace and quiet, and a touch of Monster Moves on SBS1.
Well, that was very dull! May it be a very long time before the next Saturday twelfth of the month! And no, you can't have that half-hour of your life back!
Cheers!
