Spit the dummy, what.

Dear Olivia and Petey from NYC, 


Thank you for asking me the question "What does spit the dummy mean?" I know I can sometimes be unintelligible, even when I'm not on the iPad and I appreciate brave souls who ask questions.


For example, I use BWAH haha! quite a bit in this blog. But what does it really mean? It 1st made an appearance in this strangely popular post, strangely also published on a Friday the 13th. I use it quite often in my comments as well. For me, it sits somewhere between a polite cackle like LOL or BOL and *!>!**#f*!!! hysteria and definitely has a sinister tone to it. 


But I digress! To get back to your question, it might be clearer if I gave you a few real life examples, all of which happened this morning.


Example 1.


This is the 1st time in a week that I'm sitting down at the real computer in the study. Wouldn't you know it? When I turned on the computer, there was no internet connection. It took 2 hours before the connection came back, it's still a little patchy and I'm hoping it doesn't drop out while I'm typing because that would really make me spit the dummy.


Example 2.


Twice a week, I wash bits and pieces from The Other Half's CPAP machine. I'm very unsure how to dismantle one bit despite having been shown how to do it 2 times before. I asked The Other Half when he came home from walking Georgia and he spat the dummy. Then he spat it again when I hogged the bathroom to do the wash up. Little did I know I forgot he was running late for an appointment with the mechanic. [I think he may also be over being sympathetic to my sore knee BWAH haha!]


And lastly.


Georgia ran off in the park this morning to eat something in the bushes. No one knows what it could be. Her tummy looks like she might have swallowed 1/2 a possum [hopefully dead] and she looks like she might chuck up any minute. What's more worrying, she didn't want to eat her fresh turkey leg for brekkie. Struth! I will spit the dummy if she gets crook again, just one week after her tummy got well and I will really get the shits if I have to hobble around cleaning up her chunder.

There you are, Olivia and Petey from NYC! I hope that cleared things up! Please let me know if there are other words I can help you with. As you may have gathered, I'm quite bored here.


[Just in case I was garbling again,  here's a possibly more concise little dictionary.]


Hooroo for now! and of course, please do have a great weekend :) Much love, The Typist X

Some things I'm frightfully grateful for.

#1  Being able to shower and wash my hair again! 

Photograph: Allstar/Cinetext/

"Aarghh! What is that smell?"

Took off the compression bandage yesterday. The knee's looking good and nowhere near as swollen as the 1st arthroscopy [below]. I hope this means it's going to heal faster too.

A very close #2  My Cushion who, despite coming down with the flu yesterday, is taking care of the house, Georgia and me all by his snotty self. Where would we be without you, lovey? 


[P.S. Please don't buy me any more palmiers, muffins and sugar lips no matter how hard I beg.]


[At least, not till next week.]


#3  Shanghai Mahjong. 99 cents for 200 layouts. Even more addictive than Panadeine Forte. 

My top score so far, 541,000+. A fluke I'm sure. And I still have more than 100 layouts to go. Wheee!


#4  My Kindle. Finally reading the 1st book in the Game of Thrones series. Not quite as much fun after watching Series 1 and 2 on telly. Boy, is that Catelyn Stark horrible.

"Don't worry, Jon. I'll bite her if she dares to be mean to you again."


And last but not least.  My dog, who brought me home a gift from the park.

"Do you like it, Typist? I stole it from a kiddie, specially for you."


And who's been faithfully keeping me company through the long lonely hours.

[Though I suspect she might just be making herself comfortable on my bed].

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I've started some simple rehab exercises! At this point, I'd like to thank my mestre for making us do 100 push ups and 800 sit ups in every class because, seriously guys, even with a bum knee,  this is not hard.

What's next?


Housework, I suspect. The dust balls under the bed are calling.

So here I am.

Sitting on my bed, waiting for ate another Half to come back from walking Georgia so I can have my first coffee of the day delivered to me yay! Endone is yumminess than Panadeine Forte. My knee is craving the good stuff. Stingy people at the ospital not to give me nag to bring ome, What me addictive? NO! Bored. Bored. Just read lotsof blogs and left comments that sometimes made no sense at all thanks to this iPad intuitive. Does anyone else have this problemL I sometimes spend as much time retuning comments as typing them.That should have been retry pig. no! Retrying. RETYPING. Is there a post in this hideous automated spelling thing that keeps correcting me and putting words into my mouth, I thought to muself. So, while twiddling my thumbs eating for the other half, I decided to type this post and NOT CORRECT ANYTHIGN IN TI, Wouldn't u know it? It's mostly behaving itself. Technology can be so devious, Hit PUBLIDH mow before I change my mind.