November 2009
15 posts
www.fontcapture.com →
Turn your own handwriting into a font, free and do-able online apparently… I may have to use this for all my future correspondence…
Russian Haired Sausage →
I think next time someone comes for supper this is going to be on the menu…
I am going to make the cat wear this as punishment →
Why do you eat grass and then regurgitate it?! WHYYYYYY?!
Heads
Sprog: I like shaking my heads… Me: How many heads do you have? Sprog: I have a forehead and a three head…. Me: [stifled laughter]
Letter to Singapore
Dear Husband,
While you were away the Cat hurled in your hat.
She is unrepentant.
I have cleaned it up - let me know if you want me to burn the hat…
Eyes
Sprog: Eric [the Banana] has blue eyes Me: Yes, that’s right. Sprog: Baby Dolly has blue eyes! Me: Yes…. what colour are my eyes? Sprog: Blue! Me: What colour are uhm [trying to think of someone with non bue eyes] Nana’s eyes? Sprog: Ummmm…. Me: Brown! Sprog: Hmmm… yes… Me: What colour are The Cat’s eyes? Sprog: Green! Me: Yes! What colour are Papa’s...
Mr B The Gentleman Rhymer - I do like this, though...
I want to make a cake...
A cake with purple icing? No problem! I have both red and blue food colouring.
I now also have one red hand and one blue hand… plus a cake with worrying looking icing…
Toy Rubbishness
It’s that time of year when I start to ponder what to get Sprog for christmas… obviously I then leave it about another 4 weeks and panic buy some random items (hence that terrible mistake with the xylophone) One good thing is that you can now read reviews of most toys on Amazon… actually some of the reviews are probably more entertaining than the toys, have a little look at...
Apparently it's "movember" →
When chaps should be growing a tash to raise cash…
A Common Nomenclature for Lego Families →
From the site: Thousands of different Lego exist, yet when your seven-year-old asks for “a clippy bit,” you know exactly what to hand him
Spooky
Last night I was reading Sprog his bedtime story, there were fireworks going off and I found myself mechanically reading the “James and Toby” train book while my mind wandered off. My thought process was roughly: “Hmm, there are a lot of fireworks going off… I think once I’ve put him to bed I’ll immediately eat those crisps I bought earlier to keep me going...
Today, rraaiiin... (as Burt Jr would say)
So of course we spend 30 mins in the park kicking up leaves, splashing in puddles and catching rain in our mouths while being stared at by incredulous motorists driving past. This is followed by a nice warm cocoa and a sit down…