Life. Death. Mortgages.

The recent cemetery visit made quite an impact .. we've had some interesting conversations about burials and whether or not you can bury people in your backyard ( Bart Simsim do it ! ) .. I also blame recent adds for the new Will Ferrell movie "Step Brothers", where in the shorts, you can see him burying his stepbrother alive in the backyard.

I think i've said it before, but I probably should censor more.

So anyway, we placed a call to Grandma Snakeshoes recently ( my mum - earning the name during a game of backyard golf - my son was Tiger Woods, and she ended up being somebody called "Snakeshoes". We don't know where he pulled that one from, but geez we laughed ).


So anyway, Snakeshoes:

"Hewwo Grandma Wyn. Wot you doing?"
( typical telephono opening line )

Turns out she'd been visiting her mother, my grandmother, in the country, the weekend before. We don't see her often, because it's a sleepover visit, and the last time I took the boy, the cigarette smoke just about killed me, and I love Grandma, she's great. She wore the best outfit to my wedding, and it turned out she picked it up from the Salvos. A bit eccentric .. ( we all are ) .. but I just can't pull the nightclub passive smoking anymore. I got the most massive headache and needed to detox badly afterwards.

I do need to get there soon though - show off the smallest boy.

So anyway ( I say that a lot, i've noticed ).. Grandma Wyn is rabbitting on .. oblivious to our boredom ( hi Mum ! ), and Master B thankfully interupts her monologue:

"Is your mum dead ? In the ground? We do that - I see all the names of the dead people "

So now i'm writing it, it doesn't seem so funny, but gee I laughed.

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This is new:



It's a smile he's pretty proud of, I think - he's been flashing it for two days now. Gummy Glee.


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Recently, my man ( who I am a really big fan of at the moment - I can't list all the unselfish good things he's been doing lately ) took us out for a bite of lunch at a new local eaterie.

On the walk home, we stopped to admire a real estate "for sale" sign affixed to a style of house we both admire ( of which there are many, mind you - we are house junkies ).

So then, afterwards, he mentions we should look at it - if we sold our house and bought this one ( renovated, roomy, to our taste and style ), we would be mortgage free. I must admit I was tempted .. but my God ... i've just replaced my kaffir lime tree .. and a rosemary hedge .. and have been planting trees *in the ground* ( a sign of putting down roots, literally ).


So we will go look at it, because we're pervs .. but no .. thankfully we're not moving again.


Although .........