Soon we will be starting on a clean slate, at least on the laundry door.
I just can't quite rub it out yet. It gives me such pleasure!
This is what big kids do when they stay home from school sick- in the name of entertaining the three year old of course.
I see no three year old in this construction. Nice that he's still not too old to do this and lie in it all day even though it was ridiculously hot again.
There are bush fires about again and they have made the sky all hazy and the sun glow in a very Zombie Apocolyptica kind of way. But it's pretty, right?
Now in tribute to all things burning, this song entered my head in the radiotherapy change room. They should have it on their musak CDs instead of Andrew Lloyd Webber. It is the perfect radiotherapy theme music.
Since it was subliminally implanted thanks to my burnt shoulder bits, it has become what I think is known as a brain worm. Just can't get rid of it!
Behold those remarkable catsuits! Go on! You know you want to dance.
I know I do!!!