This is just blogging-out-of-boredom, by the way, so don't expect anything too groundbreaking. I'm actually just killing time while my washing dries. Nothing new to report.
Except, OH YEAH:
I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE...AGAIN.
This is exciting news for everyone. My brother, who's getting another son. My Mum, who loves buying baby clothes. My Dad, who is inundated with so many grandchildren he doesn't know what to do with himself. And me! Because who doesn't love being an auntie? I believe the Oxford English Dictionary definition reads:
Auntie: All the advantages of an adorable new-born baby without having to deal with poo.
I'm not a fan of poo. I'm not exactly what one might call 'kid friendly' either, but I will gladly choose a child over someone else's excrement any day of the week.
So what else? The whole 'car' situation continues to weigh on my mind. Last week I worked out that it was going to cost me around $1000 all up to keep the thing going. Obviously, that sucks. And it doesn't help that I knocked off my rear-vision mirror while reversing out of the carpark on Sunday morning. Now, more than ever, I wish that the TV show Pimp My Ride was still in production. If anyone who worked on that show is reading this right now, I implore you - bring back PMR. Even if it's just for a special one-off episode, titled 'Pimp My Ride Downunder: When Idiot Australians Try To Drive'. I'm not even asking for anything special. They don't have to install subwoofers or a dashboard-candy-dispenser. Maybe if they could just vacuum the boot and replace my windscreen wipers. Or I can do that stuff, and Ludacris can pay my Greenslip for me. Perhaps MTV should invent a show called Pimp My Insurance.
In other news...man, is my washing dry yet? I'm running out of blog ammo. I went to the gym today. Yes, I still go to the gym. You can't have double-door mirrors the size of the ones I have in my room and not be motivated to go to the gym. There is no escaping my love handles. Or as I like to call them, 'acquaintance' handles - they ain't love handles if nobody loves ya!
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