When Matthew came home tonight we told him we'd bought a new dryer. “A new dryer!” he yelled and rushed off to see it. It's got a glass door so you can see the clothes spinning around. He was entranced, sitting there watching them turn and tumble. I resisted the temptation to say, “This is much better than tv isn't it Matthew?”, because I know he would have agreed with me.
It seems that there's a whole new market I'm missing out on with my journal. I'm porn baby! In my referrer log there was a link from a site that ranked sex sites. I'm on the ‘vote for your favourite site of the month’ page. I'm right above www.massivecocks.com Truly! Appropriate or what? It's so weird, but does appeal to a perverse part of me. They have a disclaimer at the bottom of the page that says, “*Please do not email us asking to be on this list we just select sites at random that we find interesting”.
The site is here but it appears I might not be linked anymore. [warning: the site *does* contain adult images and links]. And just so you know I'm not making this up, and of course for future reference, I've helpfully made a screenshot of the page. [same warning applies]
We were in bed asleep last night and one of the cats jumped up and tried to settle in between us. Deb was having none of it, “Get that cat out”, she said. So I duly threw the cat off the bed and tried to get back to sleep. Five minutes later, exact same thing happened. Ten minutes later.
Deb: “Ooowwwwww. Fuck! That fucking cat's biting me”
Me: *waking up* “What the hell are you talking about? Where's the cat?”
Deb: *angrier now* “Fucking cat. Oooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww! She's clawing and biting me. GET HER OUT! OOWW!”
Me: *I was looking all over the bed. No cat.* “There's no cat here. Jesus. What are you moaning about now?”
Deb: “There. OOOooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww! There. She's biting my feet!”
The cat had crept in under the duvet but on top of the sheet. She was attacking Deb's feet. The more Deb squirmed in pain, the more she attacked. I couldn't see her because she was under the duvet. These are the sort of things you laugh about the next day, rather than at the time.
Matthew arrived back home tonight. His first words to us both were, “I missed you Mum and Dad!” He had had a great time, but was obviously glad to be home. We kept giving him hugs. We were both starting to really miss him around the house this evening. I was pacing around, not quite sure what to do with myself it was so quiet.
It's been a lovely weekend. For the first time in a while I'm looking forward to the week ahead.
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Journals and blogs that I read regularly
Raising Hell
Feral Living
Hippycritical
Udder
My Life in 12 Point Font
Journal of a Writing Man
Some Jingle Jangle Morning
The Last Girl Scout
Potatoe.com
Journallife.com
Window to my Soul
Chickybabe
Sorabji.com
Yesterday's Makeup
Fifteen Milliliters
Fly Away
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