is feeling much better. My doc put her foot down though and made me withdraw from the Half-Marathon. That kinda sucks. Four months of training ruined by a stupid chest cold.

Doctor says it could be whooping cough. I’m getting tested tomorrow. If you’ve been around me in the past week and you feel sick at all, please see your GP. (Especially if you have kids!)

is wondering if I have pneumonia. I wish I was joking.

I have been informed that when workmen are around, the lady of the house is meant to offer them tea and coffee. Sure, whatever.

ate abalone and shark fin and lobster and lots of other weird-but-tasty dishes last night… AND LIVED!

All dressed up for Steph and Eva’s wedding. What a beautiful day! Congratulations to both of them. 🙂

People always ask me what I miss from the U.S. You know what I miss? Jumbo bottles of pain reliever. You can go into any Wal-Mart in America and pay, like, $7 for 500 ibuprofen. Here the biggest package I can find is 24. (The Snook says it’s to keep people from using them to commit suicide.) It’s really annoying.

Tomorrow is Cupcake Day for the RSPCA, and I’m halfway through a mammoth frosting project. C IS FOR CUPCAKE!

I haven’t danced on a platform in fake smoke for like 9 years. Man, so fun. But what is this CRAP that passes for music nowadays?

I REFUSE to dance to Lady Gaga. REFUSE.

I’m home from Hens Night before Snook is home from Bucks Night. This means HE WINS.

Planning a trip to Adelaide, Alice Springs, and Uluru in October with Snook and Eileen. We’re going to be sleeping in swags in the Outback!