...We watched Gran Torino.
Think an elderly, racist Dirty Harry Highpants
living in the multi-cultural 'burbs.
Confronting and excellent.
...Another week (day),
another sponge meets its demise.
...I made play doh for a daughter and a son in the colours as requested.
While I was busy making and colouring and thinking about gender stereotypes,
I didn't even noticed the colour of the scrapers that I had used.
Who is to blame for such stereotypes?
...Some adult entertainment arrived, even wrapped in brown paper packaging.
Shoot up the mad chooks who are pelting you with eggs
or coming at you with machine guns.
Not suitable for the kids
and why should they have all the fun anyway?
(Can't wait till next date night)
...I found my sewing mojo cowering under a massive pile of fabric, scraps,
old, unfinished projects and clothing to be repaired.
He was rather hypoxic, very dusty, almost squashed flat due to the weight on top of him
and he refused to come out until I cleaned up my sewing table.
He was true to his word
and magically returned to life once the table had been cleared.
I'll try not to let him get buried again anytime soon.