Happy Friday!

The weekend is nearly here, and the thought of it makes my heart all smiley. We’re planning to jump in our car and drive until we find some snow. We’re going to take some photos, build a snowman and return with a happy & wet dog.

Can’t wait!

What have you got planned?

I’m waiting for the day that somebody offers to film me in high definition, as I leap for an airborne cupcake in open-mouthed slow motion.

What? Why is it okay for dogs and not for me?

Please, don’t thank me. Thank Lis.

I didn’t think it was fair to keep this to myself when it was emailed to me this morning.

Please raise your hand if you relate!

Twas the month after Christmas,
And all through the house,
Nothing would fit me,
Not even a blouse.

The cookies I’d nibbled,
The chocolate I’d taste
At the holiday parties
Had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales
There arose such a number!
When I walked to the store
(less a walk than a lumber),

I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”

As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt…
I said to myself, as I only can,
“You can’t spend a winter, disguised as a man!”

So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won’t have a cookie, not even a lick.
I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie.
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore…
But isn’t that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet.

Perhaps I should go for a run.

It’s the middle of the week, and two weeks into the new year the holiday euphoria has well and truly worn off. You don’t want to read anything deep and meaningful on a day like this, right?

So, here is a post full of funny pictures.

Brought to you by my mum, and the “forward” button in her hotmail inbox.

Are you wondering how to entertain your kids during the upcoming festive season? Nedroid has come to the rescue with this fun colouring activity!

Occasionally there are days when only Nedroid can make me laugh…

Loving this shirt from shirt.woot.com!

Tim sent this latest Pictures for Sad Children cartoon to me today, and I can’t imagine what made him think I would like it! Perhaps it was because our own dog was a miserable sack of sadness this morning when we left the house?

I have never known a creature to convey such depths of depression. In the picture below is the (obscured) face of a dog who is so depressed about one of his people leaving for the day, that he cannot even be bothered to shake off the cap that covers his head.

I don’t know how he copes with his terrible life. I hope you’ll spare him a thought.

In my head, Tim and I sound exactly like Freddie Mercury when we sing Bohemian Rhapsody on SingStar.

In reality, we probably sound much closer to the version above…

Thank you for the tip, Mama Mia!

Here’s one for the nerd lovebirds! Discovered at John Chow.