Thanks Tobias!

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.

Oh Cheese, I Miss You

Cheese, I have never had nothing but love for you. Why do you hate me now?
Today, at morning tea, I had some pizza bread covered in cheese. (I may have had a lil bit of cream cake too…) Less than an hour later my body let me know that it will not be tricked into re-entering a relationship with dairy.
Sigh.

Quois Boy on the Plane? Quois?

When I was flying back from Rotorua last week there was an agitated boy sitting directly behind who kept wailing “Quois Mama? Quois?” He thumped the plane wall and sulked about the trip he was going on.
He then proceeded to wheeze and cough the phlegmiest coughs for the duration of the flight – without covering his mouth.
I have a question for him! Why don’t you cover your mouth? I am so ill. I blame him.

(By the way, that medicine is the worst I have ever tasted, avoid).

A Dog’s Not Just For Christmas…

A Puppy is for life.
I got really annoyed with someone I went to school with today (but of course I held it in to rant passive aggressively on here).
Before she had kids all I saw on Facebook were pictures of her dog and statuses about days out with dog and husband. Today, two children later, she was posting messages about how annoying the poor attention starved dog was being and pondering if anyone would take him off her hands.
Take that dog to the beach then tickle his belly!

Clean Green New Zealand

We like to say that we are clean and green here in NZ. We would be, if we got rid of the large population of imbeciles that inhabit the land.
Today was World Oceans Day so I had a clean up of a particularly littered bit of coastline near my house. People drive past and biff their litter out of the car window and it makes me furious.
Among the usual ciggie packets, fast food rubbish and (crap brand) beer bottles – bogan litter – I picked up an empty packet of frozen peas, a 12 pack toilet roll wrapper, some child’s underpants and an ironic Coke bottle that had “I love beaches” printed on it.
FFS Dunedin, stop it.

The Key to Getting to Work

This morning was back to work after four days off over Easter. Mr Pigalina headed off by himself while I faffed about with having breakfast, doing my hair, clearing up cat vomit – your standard morning things. As I was about to leave the house myself I remembered that my keys were safely in Mr Pigalina’s glove box, now 20 minutes away.
It then turned farcical – spare key on his car keyring, no bus money, nowhere within walking distance to get money out. That’s OK I can monitor my emails at home. Not today you can’t as your work phone that they send the secret login code to is flat with the charger at work.
Mr Pigalina had driven all the way to work (via Subway for breakfast – I have my spies) and then had to drive all the way home to rescue me. I used to keep a spare key in my wallet but somehow lost it at the dog park. Time to replace it.

Top Hat Jetpack Joyride

Watching as Mr Pigalina plays “Jetpack Joyride”.

Pigalina: “Why do you have a top hat?”
Mr Pigalina: “Because I bought a top hat.”•

*Camera flash* Personal best score ruined by Pigalina.

•”I didn’t buy it with money. I bought it with the coins I had earned”.

Saucy!

Sauce is a huge part of Nandos’ business – mild, hot, extra hot or the, for weeds only lemon and herb, sauces are offered to you as you order.
I think they got a little too carried away with the amount of sauce they put on my burger today though, as most of it ended up on my hand and the plate.
Needless to say I had to make an extra trip to the napkin stand in the middle of my meal.