At lunch today we were reading through some high brow magazines – “Chat” and “That’s Life”.
Who knew they would provide such hilarity. Not only did it have some great advice columns answering questions regarding possible damage from a particularly stiff poo and a lady who had a burning mouth and throat from a potential STD; it also had pet photos, real life stories (both scandalous and lame), celebrity quizzes and LIFE TIPS!
These two were my favourite and I can’t wait to implement them. My house will look pretty and I’ll never have to roll my sleeves up again. Plus the people who sent the tips in received a well deserved £25 each.
Heading out to lunch today I came across this scene in the car park at work. I have no clue why, how or who.
When I looked in the pantry for pasta for dinner, I discovered enough for a whole week.
This little guy popped into work today on the way to his new home. Super cute.
Beach walk with parents and dogs for Father’s Day.
I mentioned the other day that my rib was a bit sore. Over the past few days, thanks to the acquisition of a cough, that soreness has ramped up to excruciating. Every cough and sneeze feels like a knife. Laughing also hurts, which Mr Pigalina learned yesterday after I came close to tears after he repeatedly showed me a hilarious photo.
I am guzzling as many drugs as I am allowed – not enough. All of this agony is possibly down to a cracked rib – caused by coughing!
An xray today will hopefully reveal the source.
Mr Pigalina’s socks are hanging in the hallway, to dry by morning.
Today three people working at a branch of my work were shot. Two are now dead. A man walked into the office with a shotgun and fired at them. He then fled and hid from police for most of the day. He is now in police custody, recovering from dog bites.
Two people went to work this morning and are not going home. At least not as they should be.
What makes me most angry, upset, bemused, is that there are people online making snide comments that it was inevitable or justified because we work for a government agency. One even said that he should have taken more people out.
I hate people sometimes, and in this case the ignorant f*cks who think they are being funny or clever sit higher on my list than the gun man. Think about what you are saying. Those women are daughters, sisters, mums, aunties, grandmas, wives, cousins and friends.
My workmates are fantastic, dedicated people and we stick together. Even though this happened in another town we stand with them and it is because of this that the stupid attitudes of outsiders will be but annoying blips on the radar. Stay strong Ashburton.
Oh. My. Goodness.
I have just finished the final episode of the Walking Dead game season two.
They managed to make me cry again – though nothing can top the finale of Season 1 – it turns out I cared more than I thought for those I went through season two with than I thought.
And what the hell chapter 5? Two awful decisions?
Bring on season three.
(Pictured – eye, sad, post chapter five).
My rib has been getting increasingly painful over the week. I went to the doctor today who poked and prodded at it causing me to flinch and squeal.
After work we went to see “The Inbetweeners 2” and every time I laughed (and I laughed a lot) my rib hurt. Then I came home and watched “Modern Family” and laughed some more. Each time it hurt from a laugh it made me laugh more.
So, if you are a fan of the Inbetweeners, my sore rib can confirm you will enjoy the new movie.