Friday, 31 January 2014

28th January 2014 - Ooga Chakka Ooga Ooga...

"I'm not the kind of actor that would know what my character had for breakfast last Tuesday" - Liam Neeson.

No, because Liam Neeson is too busy being AWESOME!

Another bad night of galloping Gollums. Seriously considering changing Barney's name to Smeagol. Or Gollum.

Poor little thing. I wonder why he's starting doing it again? The miracle biscuits don't seem to be doing much in the way of helping. So he's probably eating Maia's bix instead. Urgh. Plus the whole stomping around at silly o'clock is getting a bit old...

Yes. And how cute is that cat?!

We begrudgingly got up to go to the gym, even though my heart wasn't in it, and Maia didn't want me to get up and go. She sat on my knee while I put my trainers on and was purring away. I should have stayed home with her! BAD MAMMA!

I ran for 5 minutes on the treadmill which wasn't too bad, then did a kinetic circuit while listening to Michael Palin travel round the world in 80 days. He's only just set off but it's interesting!

While Paul was in the shower, I sorted yet more washing (sigh) and sorted yet more ironing which I will be starting tonight. It's towering up. I don't like it!

We noticed we're running short of our moisturiser, and instead of sending Paul out to get more this week, we cut off the top to get to the dregs.

Turns out there are more than dregs in there! Will last us for another little while! Which is good as it's not cheap!

Was running a little late for work but wasn't that bothered as there was nothing worth rushing in for! In fact, it's starting to feel a little like Groundhog Day in our office. I'm either sorting spreadsheets or data collecting (when I'm not actually doing some legal stuff) and T is typing. Constantly typing. There's no music or anything to break the monotony. I wish I worked at a law firm like the one in Ally McBeal. At least there are dancing babies and Barry White to keep things interesting!

(Prepare for Tumblr overload)

Sorry - had to be done. Gah, I loved that show. Especially season 4 with Robert Downey Jnr. Singing. MMMMMMMPH. (sorry Paul).

Before I get off the subject of Ally McBeal and RDJ, here's one of my favourite songs EVER. Because it's relevant. So there.

Where was I?...oh yeah. Work isn't like that here. Maybe I need to start dancing in the bathroom. Imagining dancing babies is a step too far right now...

So anything compared to the above makes for a very boring day, don't you agree? Sat at my desk for 8 hours looking at websites and collating data. YAWN.

I chatted to my parents on the way home then had to decide how to spend my evening. I discovered what I thought was a virus on my laptop and so had to try to get rid of that. It wasn't a virus. It was an iTunes update not installing properly and corrupting itself. Well done, fruit based software. *slow claps*.

I had a gourmet dinner of beans on toast and did a few hours ironing whilst watching Veronica Mars again. It's very good. I finished ironing at about 9:30pm, played with my little monsters for a bit, gave them hairball treats which they really don't like very much but ate anyway and went to bed. It took me a little while to get to sleep, especially as I was on my own (Paul was at the football) and next door sounded like they were arguing, the baby was making a lot of the noise and they were having a tap-dance off while trying to excavate their way into my house. That's purely speculation, but that's what it sounded like!



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