And a big Happy Birthday to Anne O'Dyne.
And this is her present which she won't have because I didn't win Powerball on Thursday night but nothing says Happy Birthday like a faux French chateau cottage in the country or an image of.
I'm sure I've blogged this sculpture in the past but I really like it. I like it much better than some of the public sculptures that have been mooted for Melbourne in the last few months. It is what it is, like someone has dropped a rock from the sky and this is the splash. It doesn't need the artist to explain what I am looking at or what it means in arty farty terms. It's a splash and I find it soothing.
Now I vaguely remember someone suggesting I put in a cat door for the Ice Bear. This photo shows why I wouldn't put in a cat door. Possibly the possums would have less trouble figuring it out and instead of one mouse, I would have a truckload.
And another glass sculpture which is really spectacular. I assume you can boat through the tunnel to get another perspective. I like the look and feeling of movement even though it's not going anywhere.
I'd still like the splashy one in my fish pond in my manicured garden.
Just one moment more while I stare into those eyes and drink in a dose of calm and try to remember all the things I haven't blogged lately.
Five years Mother has been in the Home.
In that time I have put on 20kgs.
Taken on 6 more tablets a day.
Been diagnosed with Diabetes.
Been annoyed constantly by Diabetes Educator because they keep changing the rules.
Agoraphobia has been upgraded from mild nuisance to outright hysteria where my head whirls in LSD colours and I hang on to fences to make it home.
I have nerve damage to both feet which makes me fall over if I wear slippers but on the other hand (foot) since there's not much feeling, cold and frostbite hasn't worried me this winter. Circulation is still good, should have seen the blood when I stood on the broken glass.
Both legs look like I stole them from a passing elephant, too much fluid.
I have no friends in real life, I have only you precious lot who wander here to leave a comment every so often.
And I am Mother's slave.
But Doc Marvin has bravely taken on my crappy health.
Pathetic, non?
Well there's more (as they say on those hideous commercials), the Home is going to be closed. Oh, they are trying to save it but at 90 seconds to shut down, saving it is not really on the cards. They should have looked into it 12 months ago. Kingston Council would love the land for high density housing so why should they care about 30 residents. Those fucking bastards of the Liberal party in Canberra who have labelled all pensioners as a drain on the country, sucking it dry of money forgetting that all pensioners worked and paid taxes, have decided as of July 1 that all nursing homes must charge a bond. They have also dropped the amount of subsidy for each resident. There are beds empty when, in the past, there was always a waiting list. So people coming through with Bonds in mind, are looking for single rooms with ensuites and ritzy furnishings instead of looking at the quality of nursing.
One of Mother's roomies has a wealthy husband who went through all those ritzy homes and chose this one because of the view to the garden and Ma's friendly face and pretty space in the opposite corner.
They say 6 weeks before they know but I think it will be much sooner than that. Are they going to help us find new places, no. Will they help the poor of us that don't have a bond, no. Will they pack up and move the residents, no. Will they make sure the new place is somewhere easy to get to by bus or train, no. Will they make sure that the residents won't leave Kingston and lose their doctor, no. Goodbye Doc Marvin.
After 5 years I thought I would have a life that didn't involve anyone but me, the cat, the possums and a passing mouse. It seems I must go through the whole process again. I have one, no, two bright lights. Doc Marvin likes the old girl and will help re-settle her if he can. And the bitch cook who has constantly tried to poison then entire Home will never get another job. That goes a long way to making up for everything else.
Now about that large rock, make it big enough for me and blues eyes up there. You may now sob in your coffee and send truckloads of sympathy.
Make that last month and this month. I can hardly type, see or move. I fell out of the taxi (SOBER) yesterday and I am hurting. I even managed to blacken my eye a bit so it's twitching like crazy. The driver is probably still in shock and since he was knee high to a grasshopper, he had no chance of hauling me up. The grass was wet with dew so I couldn't get any purchase with the feet and the kneeling on the scar tissue was really a hurt I could do without. Fortunately my neighbour came over and grabbed a patio chair, so with both holding the back of the chair steady, I managed to crawl up and sit. After I sit I can stand up and walk away, no problems until the brain starts getting "attention! Pain" from everywhere. I always ask the drivers to park away from the gutter edge so I can put my feet down flat then get out but hernextdoor's daughter was giving violin lessons so parking anywhere was a problem especially anywhere near my drive not her's. It was as I turned to get my things from the back seat that I went splat. It just added to the hurts from trying to get into a jeep in the pouring rain last Thursday. I didn't have a choice, it was that or stay with mother. The taxi website crashed and so did the phone site. I should have left sooner but since it was my birthday I thought I should stay with the old girl. Wrong, she rang on Friday terribly sorry because she didn't say Happy Birthday and she had an awful night because she couldn't remember how old I was or where I was born. And I arrived home freezing cold and soaking wet and hurting. Now hurting more and still shaking. I'll pick myself up and be back soon.
The ducks were back on the nature strip last night and the BOH couldn't believe they were so tame. It was too cold to go out and get a photo so I searched and found these. They are Australian Wood Ducks and if you search, make sure you search for Victorian live ducks otherwise you get lovely photos of dead ducks swinging off the back of bogan utes during duck hunting season. The brown ducks called black ducks are the Pacific Black Ducks. They all have artsyfartsy Latin names.
There has also been another confirmed sighting of the filligree hamster in my kitchen. Ever had the feeling you were being watched? Two beady eyes, two little ears peeping out from under the toaster oven. It was only about 6cm long and took off across the bench which in my kitchen is like an obstacle course. I think he is coming in through where the dishwasher used to be and if he's living off my kitchen floor then he probably only has days to live or he's bacteria resistant and will live a mutant existance forever.
Behold the household mouse catcher in his usual position in front of the fire. The only time he's going to catch it is if it runs straight into his mouth. I don't have the heart to put a trap down even the humane catcher. If I let it loose in the backyard, the ravens or magpies will yell 'Banquet' and chomp it.
Bloody wildlife. It's tiptoe through the poop to get out of my gate, possums and ducks poop a lot.
Cave with Aurora Skylight
Image Credit & Copyright: Ingólfur Bjargmundsson
Have you ever seen aurora from a cave? To capture this fascinating juxtaposition between below and above, astrophotographer Bjargmundsson spent much of a night alone in the kilometer-long Raufarhólshellir lava cave in Iceland during late March. There, he took separate images of three parts of the cave using a strobe for illumination. He also took a deep image of the sky to capture faint aurora, and digitally combined the four images later. The 4600-year old lava tube has several skylights under which stone rubble and snow have accumulated. Oh -- the person standing on each mound -- it's the artist.
Now I'm lucky to point the camera and get one good image and I doubt I'd have the patience to do what Ingolfur has done. Thanks to Astronomy photograph of the Day.
Have a piece of cake and a coffee while I tell you how great the next 12 months are going to be because Jupiter arrives back in the sign of Leo and I get 12 months of goodness. You only get Jupiter once every 12 years and you're supposed to go back and remember what was going on between July 1st and August 31 in 02 and 03. Good times until Jupiter left and the Heavens tipped a bucket of crap on me to celebrate. 12 years the good mother has had a stranglehold on me. 12 years ago I was also looking after my mother-in-law even though I was divorced a whole wonderful year. I didn't notice weight dropping off but it did. I gardened, I walked, I read books in the middle of the night and in 03 my sister gave me her very old computer and the world opened up. I even applied to Open University and the papers came back just as Jupiter left, bad timing. Mother became ill almost to death but survived, isn't that a familiar story 12 years on, and I was caught like a rat in a trap.
Just in case the raspberry ganache slice wasn't enough, try a kit kat lasagna with marshamallows and Smarties. I have to admit I could go the raspberry treat but not this. Only in America!
I want this. It's a rocking sheep and I can just see it sitting in my lounge. All my bears would fit on it and it would look lovely among the dust and cobwebs. My wealthy cousins had a rocking horse when I was little. They never let me ride that horse, never. I used to make do with the garden gate, swinging back and forwards until it fell off its hinges.
And here we have baby possum heading for the kitchen. If you're wondering what the rake is for, think beads. It's great for raking up dropped beads and other bits of jewellery. And the back door is wide open for the cat and I was freezing.
Mummy possum is already in the kitchen and going hell for leather at the cat food. If I don't leave the door open the cat goes completely hysterical so the wild life just comes and goes as they please.
And when will I remember to carry the camera everywhere? Yesterday morning I step outside the gate to find two huge ducks having a wander along the nature strip and nibbling at this and that. They didn't take the slightest notice of me or the cars zipping past. I haven't found an image yet but they were not the usual black ducks, you know the ones that are actually brown but these had grey and black feathers at the back to brown at the front and really large. The Ice Bear cringes at the sight of a magpie, lord knows what he would have done if he'd seen these.
Iridescent Clouds over Thamserku
Image Credit & Copyright: Oleg Bartunov
Explanation: Why would a cloud appear to be different colors? A relatively rare phenomenon known as iridescent clouds can show unusual colors vividly or a whole spectrum of colors simultaneously. These clouds are formed of small water droplets of nearly uniform size. When the Sun is in the right position and mostly hidden by thick clouds, these thinner clouds significantly diffract sunlight in a nearly coherent manner, with different colors being deflected by different amounts. Therefore, different colors will come to the observer from slightly different directions. Many clouds start with uniform regions that could show iridescence but quickly become too thick, too mixed, or too far from the Sun to exhibit striking colors. The above iridescent cloud was photographed in 2009 from the Himalayan Mountains in Nepal, behind the 6,600-meter peak named Thamserku.
I have never seen a cloud photograph like this and I'm looking at clouds all the time.
Here is the thrice risen from the dead mother and my granddaughters. Unfortunately their mother came with them and we couldn't talk in front of the Hag. I also lost my plastic wallet with all my information, scripts, mum's info and my old passport somewhere on that day. I have only one more place to check, the cafe where we had lunch and I'll do that on Thursday. Talk about a meltdown but that's what I always do, panic first then calm down and think it through. Doc Marvin has replaced all my scripts and the blood test and referral to the specialist. My passport is out of date but it's the personal information of pension and medicare numbers that people can use. You would think that whoever found it could have spent a couple of stamps and sent it back, I live in hope.
Bad luck is still dodging me. A wayward piece of lemon meringue pie made it all the way down the front of my dress at Southland. Yesterday my favourite brooch went missing from the dress I was wearing so someone in Mentone will be lucky. And when I got home last night, I found out why I was so cold, no petticoat, I'd forgotten to put it on but I did have bra and knickers. I tell you my brain is missing in action. I will have to stop watching politics, it's putting holes in my mind.
PM BigEars is still going on about the dole bludgers who are littering our streets and the 'it's my entitlement' pensioners living too long so let's get them all back to work.
Fine, where are the jobs?
I just bought mum 3 nightdresses, made in China.
I had an ice-cream on Sunday and read the information on the back just to make myself feel more guilty and noticed where it was made, Germany. Street's make my favourite ice-cream and ship it here from Germany.
Terry White Pharmacy brand paracetamol is made in India.
My toothpaste is made in Indonesia.
The lancets I use for getting blood are made in Russia.
Snappy Tom cat food comes from Thailand.
I spend half my time in a supermarket checking out the country of origin. Tasmanian Cheese is okay, I count them as us but I object to tomatoes sent from here to be tinned in Italy.
It seems the only thing we make in this country is bent politicians, heartless politicians and politicians with delusions of grandeur.
From now on, this is how I will be greeting the early news from Canberra.
I want to be here. I'm gazing out over calm water but the clouds are building into a storm which I don't mind as I'll just move up the sand to my luxurious beach house.
Where I'll sit and play with my collection of beach rocks, sorting them into keep, maybe and yes, you're big enough to throw at ex daughter in law.
I had an hour and a half with my granddaughters yesterday, ten minutes of which I shared with Mother.
Eldest arrived at the door and first words were, "I have really bad news". Crap, 50 ghastly things went through my mind until she said that her mother was in the car. One and a half hours in 16 months and I had to share it with the Queen of Mean. I was polite. The time has sort of gone by when I would slap her sideways to next Sunday. So there were lots of questions I couldn't ask. Eldest's boyfriend looked a nice bloke, bearded but very neatly trimmed and red but was wearing a baseball cap backwards. Only when he ate so he could see his food, I guess. I noticed that the presents I had for them were stashed in the boot and not mentioned to Mummy.
So my mother was overjoyed not only to see them but her doctor was very pleased to see her up and well. He didn't think she would make it through the last crisis but of course she has. I haven't and if he wasn't my doctor as well I think I'd put a hit out on him. I am so down in the dumps but not suicidal, there are cakes I haven't tasted yet and Masterchef hasn't finished and I'm in the middle of a 'Supernatural' marathon. I just remembered half a block of chocolate in the cupboard. I'm just a misery with a side order of black. I'll feel better soon, you know my address, send cake.
This image was taken by Rogelio Andrea on the 7th June, 2013. It was a composite taken over many hours to make sure all the stars of the Milky Way showed to advantage. I posted this and thought it was beautiful.
Rogelio re-visited his 'Galaxy Cove' on the 20th June, 2014 and another fantastic photograph of the Milky Way was born.
Very pretty but far from the romance of the composite night images is the same place in daylight. The Big Sur coast of California is a great place for rugged sea views but I'd have to fly there so I'll stick with the photos.
This is a room at the Conrad Maldives Rangali Island owned by the Hilton Hotel Chain. I would lie awake all night listening for cracks in the ceiling and wanting to pee every 5 minutes. If I did sleep I'd probably wake up thinking someone was watching me and look up to see every fish for a hundred miles peering down like I was an exhibit in some underwaterworld for aquatic strangelings.
The worst thing is that this is what could and will happen to the Maldives Islands if the ocean rises just a few centimetres more. The Islands are in danger from climate change so one day I guess we will think nothing of booking a room with a wet view. I don't think I could eat fish in the dining room, it could be someone's relative.
I laughed way too hard at this cat and his outfit but I really needed to spark up and this did it. It's such a dopey looking cat but it must have a sweet nature.
I've lost a week of what I did. I picked up my diary last night and I haven't written a word since last Saturday. I can't think what I did or what happened and it's been nagging at me all night. I've picked up a few bits and pieces. I mean I can't forget setting the kettle on fire, that was Wednesday and last night, I burnt my tea. I didn't even do my online shopping until Tuesday and that was four days late.
It's mother, of course, infection up again but she won't believe it isn't just a cold she can't get rid of. I went down yesterday, freezing cold outside and all I wanted was to stay home and be warm.
And so for my sake and River's dreams, I went looking for Conservatories again. I loved this one, an upstairs, full of light room and I demand that it overlooks the sea. It has to, why would you build an upstairs if it didn't overlook something soothing like waves and birds and clouds.
I was rather partial to this one but I'm building this on my bedroom, like a giant window nook but with my bed in it. Just my bed, the rest of the bedroom junk goes in the half you can't see. I'd only have the door if I decided to build it off the kitchen for a dining room then I could open the door on hot nights and get the south breeze.
I think I've posted the front of this one which was a guest house but the brick part would be where the library shelves are and the glass part is for the comfy couches and foot stools for lolling about reading. Plenty of room for a stunning desk with a concealed computer which I saw on "Grand Designs".
I still can't remember most of last week but I feel better now.
I'm coming up to one of those monstrous birthdays, you know the ones that let you know you're not getting any younger whatever you do so I thought I might put together my dream wedding. That's the wedding you have when you're not ever going to have a wedding again. My special delight will be re-making the groom into something that resembles a human.
It's about time we looked at something great. This is Mt. Sangeang Api - Lesser Sunda Islands and it threw enough of a fit to ground flights out of Australia which made a lot of whingeing people hang about in airports. Don't any of them watch those aircraft doco's that show what happens when volcanic ash is sucked into jet engines? I'm addicted to Air Crash Investigations, it's like Cognitive Behaviour Therapy for me. Never get on a plane, it will go down, this message will show behind my eyes every time I see some place I might like to travel to.
But the great thing about these photographs taken just as it went right off its rocker is in the middle of the right side ( your right side looking at the screen). There are two beautifully formed Lenticular clouds. You know the ones that form over mountain tops and look like caps or flying saucers. The second photo (your left side) shows the explosive hot gas going right through the centre of those Lenticular clouds.
It's one of those 'on the spot' shots that happen once and never again.
This is my other 'mother tranquilizer', lace dresses. It's a wedding dress but I hate bare shoulders in a wedding dress so I would wear it lounging around the house since I'm not likely to meet a Prince to waltz me around a ball room. I just love the falling lace from the faux bustle and I would have it in, you guessed it, burgundy and with beads, swarovski beads naturally. It is how I would have preferred the Duchess of Cambridge's dress to have looked, I felt her gown was very hard with the pleated back even with the lace. Hated the tiara, it wasn't high enough for the heaviness of the veil. Bitch, bitch, bitch.
I've no bitching about this cake. It looks glorious although I think they cheated with silk flowers instead of handmade sugar pieces. Ivory on top of burgundy icing with touches of gold, definitely me.
No photos of shoes, I'm going barefoot.
Mother is back from the grave. My sister, the geriatric nurse of nearly 40 years, has never seen any one come back as many times as she has. We know the other boot is going to fall but it's almost like that experiment where the fluid flows so slowly it only forms a droplet about once in a hundred years.
A blog post about things that are more painful than Mother, just. Miss O'Dyne sent me these. I love the jewells and the colour but the heels so high. Not to mention the part when I'd need a toectomyor three just to fit. Definitely drooling and looking at items.
Love the colour, love the jewells wrapped around the heels but these should be on a register of lethal weapons. One good high kick and there goes a lung or if you're really good, an eye.
A two for one here. The heels are horrible and the dress could burn out retinas with too long a glance. She's had a Brazilian or the Hollywood tape wouldn't stick to make sure there wasn't a wardrobe malfunction. It's a really horrible outfit, no wonder she's hiding behind all that hair. Can't tell you the designer, I think anonymous might feature somewhere.
Now here is a flat sandal for us except I will tell you if you have a fat big toe then gangrene is nigh if you walk too far in that leather ring. That's me, speaking from experience. But I do love the fish and the gold and the jewell. A drop of Araldyte here and there so I could keep them on and I'd be happy.
Mother rang last night about 7.30. A long day according to her but it was okay because she slept through most of it. And why did I buy her two sets of Phrynne Fisher when she need the second series, she sick of watching the same dvd. Yes, I have bought both series, she is putting the dvd back in the wrong cover every time she watches it and yes, I have had this conversation about 6 years ago when she kept watching Midsommer Murder and putting the dvd back in the wrong cover. After 5 minutes of this too-ing and fro-ing I sincerely lost the will to live.
So I had to post something to make myself feel better. As well as the divine conservatory, I think I'll put on a second storey to the house to annoy the neighbours even more and it will have a lift but to show off, I'm having this. It's a staircase with the steps filled with Swarovski crystals, can you imagine the sunlight bouncing through the house with these?
Now for the Mother news. I've been at the Home for the whole week. I haven't been to bed before 1 a.m. for a week. This morning she rings and says how wonderful she feels and she's getting up for a shower. Of course I would be wonderful too if I was full of Oxygen, cortisone, antibiotics and the real deal Morphine. She nearly went Wednesday night but Doc Marvin got my message (big mouth I have) and went down after night surgery then to make sure she had the right medication, he went to the pharmacy and brought it back himself. Gave her a shot of Morphine and she slept all night.
I am so freaking tired, I think I'll just put a straw in the Gin bottle.
Blogging might be sporadic for the next week as Mother slips away or not. She has had two episodes in the last 24 hours when she's turned a delicate shade of purple and now has a large oxygen tank permanently by the bed. Of course last night wasn't helped by lazy bitch agency nurse who wouldn't answer her call bell. My sister got to the D.O.N. before I did this morning but I got to terrorise everyone this afternoon. The D.O.N walked past the room at least 15 time this afternoon but not once did she come in and see if mum was okay.
The old girl had a shower this morning but was straight on to oxygen and put to bed. If she is moved around too much the fluid in her lungs moves and she can't breathe at all. I got to bring all the tri-pillow covers home to wash because I've got nothing else to do. So throw all in the machine and reach in for a few more and find I've been giving house room to a filigree hamster lounging in my washing basket. That now accounts for the kibble bits floating around the kitchen and the fat white lump's fascination with watching his food dishes. I just love the wildlife living in my house, spider in the hall, rat in the laundry, stupid cat all over me.
It is all coming to an end or not. My mother is such a control freak that she's waiting for St. Peter to give her the keys for the Pearly gates so she can go when she wants not to some ethereal being's timetable. Look for lightning, that'll be her slamming the gates shut.
This is a swimming pool built around an aquarium. You swim on the outside, the sharks swim on the inside and we all know how wrong that can go. I remember being taken to the aquarium at Sorrento or somewhere down there, I was young and impressionable. I was standing close to the glass fascinated at being so close to live fish, I never saw the shark coming until it was practically cruising through one ear and out the other. And all that stuff they tell you about, like banging it on the nose, shoving a finger in its eye to save yourself, forget it. I went straight to freeze mode and I still do that at the beach if a piece of seaweed touches me. And it looks a bit deep and dark in that pool, on the fish side, I have no idea what's around the corner where the light is coming from, hopefully a floating bar with a G&T.
Now I'm down sizing myself here from the grand to the minute, I mean I still want the big conservatory out the front of the house but this would be just perfect to extend from the kitchen as a breakfast nook. I'd ditch the greenery, can't see the birds feeding but I could make that into padded seats with tables in fronts. I hate the stupid little light though, ruins the atmosphere of luxury.
I'll have something like this, pretty in the sunlight and gorgeous lit up on a dull day. River, it's high up, no-one will ever see the dust for a couple of years at least.
Now, in the golden days of blogging, we did have food blogs. Great cooks making up meals for the family, and if we were lucky a photograph of the actual dish not photoshopped into perfection. This was before everyone had a phone and tweeted every cup of coffee and muffin they scoffed at "this divine little place hidden down a back lane". Pinterest cake boards are a world on their own, kilojoules leap from the screen and grab you by the throat before you have time to click out. Even I, the cake queen, could not contemplate eating this monstrosity. It's a Neapoliton chocolate chip cookie cake and it has 47 ounces (don't ask me to convert it, I'll hurt you) of sugar in it. That isn't cream between the layers, it's sugar icing cream and I've never seen pink choc chips before and hope never to again. I almost went on a diet when I saw this. Next time some person whines about what we eat I'll whip up a batch of wholemeal scones, unadulterated cream (not squirted out of a can) and homemade jam and make a real leaf pot of tea and enjoy it.
Don't ask about mother.
Hello River, you wanted a photo of my new hair cut and here it is and don't think I don't look like this before I've had my morning coffee, a pee and kicked the cat out for his.
I can't believe how long it is since I blogged and so much to blog about but one must be careful these days what with ASIO listening and reading every nasty comment about the authors of that stinking budget. Do you realize they will be the only people in Australia with a confirmed job til the end of their 70 years considering the number of blogs, twitter and facebook abusing this heartless government.
My sister is coming up to retirement after 38 years of nursing, 12 months to go, 12 months of pain in knee joints, back and spine. She's looking forward to the day she doesn't have to deal with death and relatives and can spend hours with books and her garden. If they do anything to her 'Super' then she's leaving immediately and hiding the whole lot under the bed.
Also, Science, forget anything to do with science especially stem cell research or environmental research or anything else biological. We are in the hands of the Flat Earth Society. Even my beloved Synchrotron only has funding for two years. Scientists have just used this marvel to develop a test for Malaria, a disease which kills over a million people a year of the 300 million infected world wide. I'll do another post on this later.
Besides abusing politicians, I've been throwing out more stuff. Lovely to see 4 big bags of clothes go to charity the other day. Not mine, I'm still wearing my rags but the BOH has not worn these for two years, wouldn't know what was there and what was would be far too small for him now. I left his best clothes packed, it's handy for his birthday as I just pick out something and wrap it up. His doona covers and new towells so we're down to just 3 packed bags. All I have to do now is move a tonne of books, shift that huge picture frame and I can get down the hallway. There are about 100 videos needing to be tossed out, just the videos not the covers, I use those to keep my documentaries in.
I had a list of what needed to be done in each room, it was overwhelming for someone allergic to housework. So I broke it into small lots, still overwhelming. It's now down to clean that 25cm piece of shelf, hang up 3 dresses and put 10 books away. I'm also going through magazines and only keeping the articles I want. I think to date I've ditched about 80 craft magazines and I know they should have gone to the op shop but heavy, as in weighing a elephant and I don't drive so I clenched my jaw and tossed the lot but keep the patterns and a folder with good stuff. Don't ask about the garden.
What with mother, chucking out, cleaning (some) washing, and swearing at politicians (bastards) it has been tiring. How tiring you ask? Try sitting at the computer to have a luxury half hour at Pinterest and wake up an hour later with the computer keyboard stamped on your forehead. Hmmm, Pinterest, maybe just for a while before I start moving books and picture frames, I mean they're not going anywhere.
...didn't laugh out loud at this, then you're in serious need of therapy. I'm still laughing and I think I'll have to put it on the fridge door for the morning blues.
And this is her present which she won't have because I didn't win Powerball on Thursday night but nothing says Happy Birthday like a faux French chateau cottage in the country or an image of.
