and it's not an official tongue twister.
robin hood rules. he has lived in our lounge since yesterday morning. the boys have watched the series for, ouf, must be 20 hours, with a night's sleep somewhere in between. amazing. it must have something to do with going cold turkey on the PS. todays journals are filled with sketches of bows and arrows.
i have escaped these bizarre screen addictions by riding my amazing white steed. ditched the prince and stole his horse. common around these parts. my. he is a fine horse, my rhino. (his name). he impressed a dressage fundi no end today. flipping intelligent.
sat and drank coffee under the african winter sun next to the lillies in the yard (lillies are delightfully rude and beautiful). i love them.
i am feeling grossly rotund, red faced. and sweaty. like a, um, big fat eastern european man. don't even begin to ask! refusing to change out of my grubby white jodphurs and chaps when i took the kids out for cabbage and beer today - (oops, i mean pizzas) - is not what people refer to as Helping Oneself, is it?
people were staring a bit.
so i say tentatively to the kids, " god. i feel like a big fat eastern european man....." sigh sigh a brave testing of the waters, i say.
so first born says, in all horrible honesty, " that jacket you're wearing, is like a gestapo jacket hey ma?..."
thought bubbles: "oh blast. buggar. damn. whatever," as i goosestepped to the loo.
Kitchen Board: Sunday Night: 20 July 2008
Contributors: Veronica, Janelle and Gabby.
Comments: . . . . pass.