Looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, doesn’t it? Well. Woodrow and I are not on speaking terms at the moment (he is referred to by his full name when he is in trouble). My lovely baby nephew passed gastro onto seven family members as part of his gracious entry to the world, so while the household was completely incapacitated and comatose, Woodrow had to entertain himself. Apparently, chewing one of my favourite leopard print heels was such a ruddy good time, he went back and chewed up the other one. It’s been almost a week and I’m still muttering under my breath and shooting murderous glances in his direction. The fact that they hurt my feet like a bitch is neither here nor there.

 

Odessa sent me a postcard from her recent road trip to Oregon! Thanks so much, Odessa! When she posted that she was heading up that way, I lost my shit because Portland, Oregon was where The Goonies was filmed – my favourite movie off all time, bar none. Odessa didn’t make it up as far as Astoria, but the pictures are beautiful. So foggy. And by the way, Odessa has quite possibly the tiniest and most beautiful handwriting of anyone in the world.

I’m on school holidays now for two weeks, except I’ve got so much work to do that it’s making me cry. Serves me right, really, for being lazy and disorganised. It scares the pants off me that there are 99 days left of the year. Wuh? Insanity.

Tonight I’m off to have a farewell drink for a colleague who is moving on, then to a barbeque for my cousin’s birthday. Tomorrow night, I’m going to watch a band that my other cousin is considering having for his wedding. I’m saying I’m not going to be drinking much at all, but I have zero willpower, especially after a particularly enjoyable drink in good company. We shall see.

I’m also praying (and crossing all fingers, toes and eyes) that Hawthorn open a can of whoop-ass on Collingwood in tonight’s preliminary final and make it through to next week’s AFL Grand Final. That would be good.

What have you got planned?