Yes! We're alive! Thank you so much for your emails and comments asking how we are. Dear Livie and Petey, I hope your potato pancakes turned out well. Mary and Ben, no we're not in Brazil, unfortunately. Querida Sonia, do not worry! Tudo está bom aqui! I wish I had a good reason for not posting lately and something earth-shattering [or even vaguely interesting] to tell you but, the truth is, I've just been lazy.
I got this cartoon, week before last, from Ms Khalap and Anny. They apparently
stole borrowed it from facebook.
Thank you ladies!
The resemblance is uncanny, don't you think?
Since I'm here, I might as well share a couple of shitty stories that happened last week while I wasn't blogging.
First, some background.
Georgia's stomach hasn't been good for a while. She's been to see Dr Dog, had a round of antibiotics, and has been eating small meals of pap and psyllium husk for over a month. Being
silly devoted dog parents, Cushion and I exchange notes about the consistency of her poop every day, so I can adjust her meals accordingly.
Completely unrelated to this, I've been wanting to try a German bakery that's in a suburb next to ours. Last Monday, I asked Cushion if he would swing by the place on his way home from walking Georgia. I googled the address and text it to him along with what I wanted.
20 minutes later, I got this text back.
Now, I was sure the online menu had said "individual pies" and not "by the slice". So I replied...
...and promptly got this message back.
I'm sure you would have been just as confused as me, right?
If you remember, Cushion has sleep apnea. A CPAP machine helps keep his airways open at night. I have cute piccies of him in his new bought-from-Brisbane tropical jammies, wearing his strap and mask, but he would kill me if I posted them so you'll just have to imagine it. He looks like Darth Vader with a beige chin strap.
The machine sits on a low chair, between his bed and Georgia's on the floor. One night, we were all fast asleep when suddenly, I heard a frantic gurgling. I woke up just in time to see the man tearing off his mask, gasping and gagging. What do you think happened?
It seems Georgia had farted in her sleep and the CPAP machine had sucked in the fumes as it wafted from her bottom, and... well...I suppose you can guess the rest.
"Lies! All lies! I am a lady and I do not fart."
I hear google reader will be disappearing soon. [Insert *sigh*] Thanks to Mango's Momma, I've signed up to feedly. This morning, feedly informed me I have over 670 unread posts. Dear god. How is that even possible? Some of you bloggers are obviously way too industrious. It's highly unlikely I'll be able to plough through all of them, so if I've missed something especially delicious that's happened in your life, please feel free to leave me a link to the post[s] and/or a scold.
Meanwhile, back to enjoying some autumn sunshine with my doggy, who has inexplicably started to prefer my company over Cushion's.
"That foot massage feels very nice, Typist."
"Will you be preparing my peanut butter bikkie any time soon?"
As I said, it's inexplicable.
Until the next time... :) X
P.S. Many of you have been asking after my brother. Thank you! He's still in hospital. He was put in an induced coma for over a week following the post-bypass complications but is now awake, out of ICU and doing all right. Unfortunately, there are now further complications in the throat area that make it impossible for him to eat or drink normally so he's being 100% intravenously fed. His recovery is now expected to take much, much longer than first anticipated. Sister 1 will be taking over from Sister 2 next week, and we're all just taking each day as it comes.