Okay, so this time I’m only one day late with the Weekend Whammy. ‘S close enough, right? Anyway, it was a busy week full of nieces and excitement and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep. For some reason I’ve been tired, and the allure of bed has been hard to resis…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Once again I’m a little late with my Weekend Whammy, but that’s what happens when both nieces come to stay for the entire weekend. It. Was. Chaos. I love them both dearly but by Odin’s hairy arse they are a handful, especially together. Argument after argument between them drives everyone else crazy. And to make it worse the youngest one decided to leap off a chair, grab me round the neck and dig her fingers into all the muscles and tendons. Who the hell knew small children could be so dangerous?
Another weekend has come and gone like a slightly drunken ghost trying its best to haunt you. It was a busy one, so I’m looking forward to crawling into bed and forgetting about the whole existence thing for a while. Maybe in the morning I’ll make a pillow fort and refuse to come out for anything less than Sticky Toffee Pudding.
I’ve been a little quiet this week and for that I apologise, friends. Some things came up that I needed to handle, and then when I sat down to write it just ended up being more gibberish than normal, which is really saying something.
As another weekend rushes by I’m going to keep this Weekend Whammy short and sweet. Because I too am short and sweet. Well, short, anyway.
Against all laws of probability I’ve somehow managed to catch yet another bloody cold. Annoyingly it’s just a few days before I’m due to go visit my sister and little nephew, so hopefully I can just inject some Lucozade straight into my bloodstream and let that sort everything out. I’m pretty that’s a medically sound idea, right?
Once again I have returned to bless you all with some random snippets of news from the past week and my horrendously worded opinions about them! Huzzah! This time Randy Pitchford is in the news again, Ubisoft have announced a new Ghost Recon, John Wick is getting a video game and NetherRealm are investigating accusations of horrible working conditions.
My weekend has been filled with violence courtesy of my little niece who firmly believes that beating up her uncle is the greatest thing in the world. Man, five-year-old little girls can seriously do some damage. Jeez.
Today I bathed my white German Shepard which is an immense task. I’ve got a small fenced in area which is perfect for the actual bathing part, but once he’s loose in the garden the fun begins. Getting dried is an excuse for him to run around the garden like a freaking lunatic, bouncing off of bushes, skidding around corners and sliding underneath the trees. It took something like three hours to get him bathed, semi-dried and semi-brushed. But he had heaps of fun and proceeded to collapse into a sleepy heap. It’s a hard life being a dog.
The weekend has somehow been and gone yet again, leaving me naked in a puddle with no idea who I am, why I am or just why in general. To be fair, though, it isn’t just the weekend that has this effect on me. Mondays do, too, as well as Tuesdays. Wednesdays as well, now that I think about it. And Thursdays. Oh, and Fridays.