Like some kind of cheese junkie I was feeling nauseous due to a cheese craving. I am tucking into a lovely cheese sandwich but will have to suffer the consequences in silence. Mr Pigalina has told me I can eat cheese as long as he doesn’t hear any complaints about my sore belly.
Curse you, you delicious substance.
Had an audience while on the toilet.
(Yes, I had my phone with me. Don’t pretend you don’t do it too).
“Sex Clinic” on Prime is a reality show filmed in a, wait for it, sex clinic.
Why would you agree to go on it? Getting your bits out and letting the world know what’s up with them and why.
Having said that, can’t look away.
Following Friday’s dog poo + carpet situation I thought that the best (read easiest) way to get it out of the mat by the door would be to put it in the washing machine.
Alas, the mat disintegrated.
I bought a new one today. The non-slip remnant of the old mat indicates it is a lot smaller than I thought. Not that William cares.
Four years ago I achieved a life goal – be in a movie. I was an extra in “I Survived a Zombie Holocaust” filmed here in Dunedin. I walked barefoot in mud after my shoes broke; stood in drizzle for hours; got cold, sticky, blood splattered all over me; endured hours with irritating contact lenses in; drove an hour for night shoots until about 3am; and took a week off work – all for the love of it. And love it I did.
Today was the Red Carpet World Premiere at Dunedin Town Hall and it was so, so fabulous. It was better than I could have imagined, hilarious and polished to a point you wouldn’t know it was made on a shoestring.
I had been a bit nervous about MiL Pigalina and her friend’s reactions, but they loved it – getting frights and laughing the whole way through.
Mummy Pigalina was also an extra and both of us can be seen on screen if you know where to look. And my friends will be knowing where to look once it is released. I’ll make sure of it!
(Pictured – preparing for the premiere).
Date night for Pigalinas – after a couple of delicious beers and a (cheeseless) pizza in town we arrived home to a freezing cold house. While Mr Pigalina chose a movie I headed out to the garage for firewood.
The side door had come open and somebody has a habit of going in and pooing in the garage.
Sure enough, he had done it again – though it was only discovered once I had walked right across the light carpet in the lounge to deposit the logs.
Thanks mate. There’s nothing like a trail of crap on the carpet to make a date night awesome.
This week Mr Pigalina has been working late, then getting home and working some more. Therefore all I have done this week is work, get home do chores and watch “I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here!” from 2011. I know, I know, I shouldn’t make you all jealous of my exciting life but I can’t help it if it’s true.
This is why Pigalina has had very sparse updates. Apologies to Leighton my biggest fan. 😏
Here is the only photo from Thursday – two creatures enjoying the fire during a storm. I’m glad they enjoyed themselves because very little heat made it past them.
Today I had to collate 45 30 page booklets all in the name of saving money on printing.
I got some help which was good, otherwise it may have taken me three hours instead of one and a half.
It’s glamorous work I do.
This invoice in the mailbox meant that the lawnmower man has been – a month earlier than expected. It also meant that he would have encountered the dog poos that are usually cleared up before each of his visits…
While visiting Mr Pigalina’s granddad I pretend to take a photo of the harbour out of the window to go along with his story.
Poor GDad.
