Good morning, my pretties!
Well, I felt like it, so I did. I didn't quite get to Chicken Tonight... but
I did make a nice Thai Green Curry. This masterpiece was created using only the
finest ingredients, or what we had in the fridge. Freshly Cut! Mushrooms, Thinly
Sliced! Carrots, Ice Cold Beanaroonies!, Milk of One Coconut*, Twist-on-Demand
Spring Water, a packet of concentrate and a chicken I caught myself, prepared and
thinly sliced. As you can see, all top-shelf, choice quality, trademarked stuff. I also tried
this rice-looking stuff that was actually pasta... not so good. But everyone
likey. Even my little fussy-pants brother ate it all. I liked it because it was
just nicely spicy and I got lots of chicken 
. I am available for lessons.
Contact me in the best way you know how.
Alas, I did not get a haircut today. Alyssa was sick and she had to go home.
I hope she gets better soon coz apparently she's been sick all week :-/ Maybe on
Saturday I can do something about that instead. I'm going to try and convince my
two Brisvegas mates to have a cut with me. We're going up to Kondalilla Falls
again before lunch. We'll see what happens.
In other news, I am looking for a proper name for my
really cool 'Swinger' Monkey. Max, in his own right, is cute and adorable.. and
insane... he even has a fan club devoted to him. He's great. But he has a name.
And for it, has a much more comfortable place in society. This dude is wicked
awesome, just like Max, and needs to be loved and obsessed over just like any
other groovy soft toy does. SO COME ON! I'm
welcoming suggestions on names for this kick-ass little monkey, who has a
history with Max that goes waaayy back apparently. But you wont be able to know
about this until you give me a name. Here is a picture of the Funky Munky
himself.....
Max sent me an email the other day. I'm
not sure how. He doesn't have an email account and I couldn't see him being very
dextrous with those paws of his. He said he didn't want to confront me directly
because he thought I didn't like him, or being seen with him, anymore. Crazy I
said! Apologised to him, and promised to take him out on an adventure with the
guys this weekend. He reckons he's pretty keen on some action of the female
persuasion and that if he doesn't get out of the house soon, he'll start destroying
things. How could I not oblige the poor guy? I just hope he doesn't lead us
astray.
This hot weather really sucks, by the
way. Half the day i'm sweating, I can't think straight, we have no air-con, no
pool and the airflow in this place makes me think we live in a volcano
sometimes. The other day at work we ran out of water, 2kms from the truck, and
were pretty thirsty. Lucky (and rather unlucky) for us, it absolutely bucketed
down rain in juicy grape-sized droplets, thundered a blew a gale about an hour
later. "Ahhhh... cool, fresh rain water..." Great. Now my pants are
wet, my boots are filling fast and I have 20kgs of tools and instruments over my
shoulder and under my arm. It was nice to be rinsed after nearly cooking earlier
in the day but ducking falling branches and clearing debris out from inside the
car isn't really my idea of fun. I think it even hailed. Moral of the story?
Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk.
Till next time... may cheese not clog
your arteries and... be nice to one another.
Spread some love with post-it notes,
why don't ya?
Wayne d
*May actually be from a
can