My cousin and his wife and two kids are in Perth so we decided to catch up over dinner. His kids are fantastic, super friendly, fun and cute.
My brother has a strange fondness for squishing people's faces. I don't quite understand why, maybe it's to feel how chubby their cheeks are and to see how round someone's eyes can get when you mould their face with your palms.
Ten minutes hadn't passed when my brother asked my cousin's 3 year old daughter 'Little A' if he could squish her face. She complied, although I think she didn't quite understand what my brother was asking her.
It was cute seeing her cheeks being squished and she seemed to like this new game. So much so that she asked my brother if she could do it to him. How could he refuse that innocent smile and those big brown eyes?! So he bent down to her level and let her little outstretched hands squish his face.
As Little A's hands were squishing my brother's face she took a step forward to close the gap between them and with a chuckle she added her own spin to the game. Her head moved forward and knocked into his. My brother froze in surprise and shock. She squealed with laughter and joy at his surprise. This cheeky 3 year old just stole a smoo.
I love kids - they do and say the funniest things.
Showing posts with label Silliness. Show all posts
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Monday, December 6, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
A Tale of the Peculiar Robber
The other morning I was awoken by some banging, thumping, stomping and shuffling. The source of the noise got closer. As I pried my eyes open, I see the husband searching for something, which actually is very common in our house. He asks if I've seen his antibiotics. I reply, "It was on the kitchen counter last night when you took them before bed."
He continues the hunt and the banging, thumping, stomping and shuffling gets louder. I roll out of bed to help. At our household I'm the resident investigator - because I'm good at finding things. I begin by retracing his steps - No luck. At this point I'm guessing the husband is running late for work because if it was a cartoon, steam would be spurting from his nose and ears.
I say a quick goodbye and hop back into bed.
But sleep escapes me.
....The hunt continues.
Now I'm the source of the noise. The cupboards and drawers are being opened and loudly banged shut. The furniture and appliances are getting thumped as I look underneath and behind them. I'm stomping from room to room and rifling through anything and everything - even the fridge and bins as all the contents get shuffled around.
The kitchen, bedrooms, living room, dining room, laundry and bathrooms have all been explored. I admit defeat.
We were robbed!!
By an uncharacteristic robber who isn't into laptops, cameras or a TV.
A very odd robber - who doesn't steal but instead, hides things.
This is where I found the treasure.
Gold Star for ME!!
Investigator Naomi - 1
Peculiar Robber - 1
...Till we meet again.
He continues the hunt and the banging, thumping, stomping and shuffling gets louder. I roll out of bed to help. At our household I'm the resident investigator - because I'm good at finding things. I begin by retracing his steps - No luck. At this point I'm guessing the husband is running late for work because if it was a cartoon, steam would be spurting from his nose and ears.
I say a quick goodbye and hop back into bed.
But sleep escapes me.
....The hunt continues.
Now I'm the source of the noise. The cupboards and drawers are being opened and loudly banged shut. The furniture and appliances are getting thumped as I look underneath and behind them. I'm stomping from room to room and rifling through anything and everything - even the fridge and bins as all the contents get shuffled around.
The kitchen, bedrooms, living room, dining room, laundry and bathrooms have all been explored. I admit defeat.
We were robbed!!
By an uncharacteristic robber who isn't into laptops, cameras or a TV.
A very odd robber - who doesn't steal but instead, hides things.
This is where I found the treasure.
Please excuse the dirt - he's due for a wash :)
Gold Star for ME!!
Investigator Naomi - 1
Peculiar Robber - 1
...Till we meet again.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
By popular demand
Two months ago the husband and I had a short holiday in Bali. The best word to describe the experience - 'Mayhem'. In hindsight it was to be expected, what with a group of 19 friends, staying in 3 different places with only a few bright sparks bringing their mobiles.
It began 9 months before the trip with an email the husband received from a friend who propositioned a 5 day, low cost trip to exotic Bali for the sole purpose of surfing (Partners Included). The husband hastily emails me to ask "Can we go? Can we go?" My response, "Um..err sure." And just like that, with not much thought, on complete impulse a trip was booked. As the months drew on more friends heard about the trip and jumped on the bandwagon.
The trip is full of stories of adventure, death threats, being lost, corrupt cops, dodgy hired equipment, scooters and much much more.
But my story is quite different. It's not glamorous or intriguing. Actually it's rather silly and embarrassing. And I can now laugh about it because two months have passed. Requested from 'The MoonCake Couple', because it's not enough they've told all our friends but have asked for it to be written and told in words and published online. Why? - To fully cement our friendship.
I'm sitting on the plane in a singlet and shorts freezing. I swear Air Asia cranks the a/c to make it so uncomfortably cold that people buy blankies and hot drinks to generate more income. Thankfully I packed a jumper and long pants on my carry on. The toilet cubicles are miniscule and wet with puddles. I try not to think about what the liquid is, what with people's bad aim and it being magnified with turbulence. So I devised a plan. As the plane was circling the runway preparing for take-off, the lights were turned off. Being the midnight flight, most of the passengers were sleepy and soon after it was quiet and everyone's eyes were closed. I looked around to double check everyone around me was sleeping. All clear!! I placed my jumper on my lap, took out my long pants and began to unbutton and unzip my shorts. It's surprisingly hard while sitting down and trying to slide my shorts off while being modest. But the plan was working. I managed to get my shorts down to my knees. With my legs in mid-air, unexpectedly all the lights on the plane turned on. I pause in sheer panic unsure whether I should continue with the plan hastily or abandon the idea altogether and pull up my shorts. Whilst evaluating my options I turn around wildly to see if anyone is awake.
My eyes meet my friend's eyes as he's giving me a perplexed look in his blurry state of just waking up. I quickly face forward and yank off my shorts and pull on my long pants while I try pretending nothing is happening. A few moments later I turn around to see my friend explaining to his girlfriend what he saw. They ask me what I'm doing and in humiliation I answer. His only response - I saw your underwear.
*shame*
For a long time after we didn't look each other in the eye.
It began 9 months before the trip with an email the husband received from a friend who propositioned a 5 day, low cost trip to exotic Bali for the sole purpose of surfing (Partners Included). The husband hastily emails me to ask "Can we go? Can we go?" My response, "Um..err sure." And just like that, with not much thought, on complete impulse a trip was booked. As the months drew on more friends heard about the trip and jumped on the bandwagon.
The trip is full of stories of adventure, death threats, being lost, corrupt cops, dodgy hired equipment, scooters and much much more.
But my story is quite different. It's not glamorous or intriguing. Actually it's rather silly and embarrassing. And I can now laugh about it because two months have passed. Requested from 'The MoonCake Couple', because it's not enough they've told all our friends but have asked for it to be written and told in words and published online. Why? - To fully cement our friendship.
I'm sitting on the plane in a singlet and shorts freezing. I swear Air Asia cranks the a/c to make it so uncomfortably cold that people buy blankies and hot drinks to generate more income. Thankfully I packed a jumper and long pants on my carry on. The toilet cubicles are miniscule and wet with puddles. I try not to think about what the liquid is, what with people's bad aim and it being magnified with turbulence. So I devised a plan. As the plane was circling the runway preparing for take-off, the lights were turned off. Being the midnight flight, most of the passengers were sleepy and soon after it was quiet and everyone's eyes were closed. I looked around to double check everyone around me was sleeping. All clear!! I placed my jumper on my lap, took out my long pants and began to unbutton and unzip my shorts. It's surprisingly hard while sitting down and trying to slide my shorts off while being modest. But the plan was working. I managed to get my shorts down to my knees. With my legs in mid-air, unexpectedly all the lights on the plane turned on. I pause in sheer panic unsure whether I should continue with the plan hastily or abandon the idea altogether and pull up my shorts. Whilst evaluating my options I turn around wildly to see if anyone is awake.
My eyes meet my friend's eyes as he's giving me a perplexed look in his blurry state of just waking up. I quickly face forward and yank off my shorts and pull on my long pants while I try pretending nothing is happening. A few moments later I turn around to see my friend explaining to his girlfriend what he saw. They ask me what I'm doing and in humiliation I answer. His only response - I saw your underwear.
*shame*
For a long time after we didn't look each other in the eye.
Monday, October 25, 2010
2010-10-25: Day 10 - Spring is upon us
Spring is finally here. The flowers are in full bloom, the birds are singing and the sun is shinning. I'm walking to work appreciating nature whilst having a quiet moment to myself. And the BAM! - Pain in the back of my head. Stunned, my hand reaches up to the site of the pain as I stumble forward a few steps. I turn around to see the bird that just attacked me. None other then the cute but feisty Willy Wagtail!
I would have taken a photo if I wasn't so freaked out and bolted off running.
But for those of you who arn't sure what my attacker looks like - this is a photo I found on the net.
Hours later.....
I'm still flustered by the 'incident'.
My only source of comfort.....
I would have taken a photo if I wasn't so freaked out and bolted off running.
But for those of you who arn't sure what my attacker looks like - this is a photo I found on the net.
Hours later.....
I'm still flustered by the 'incident'.
My only source of comfort.....
Friday, October 1, 2010
Can I have $2?
The bright flashing lights, the shouting, the laughter, the excitement... it's easy to get caught up. We walk past rows of tables with huddled groups of people. Finally we stop. Why? Perhaps 'the feeling' is just right... this is where fortunes are made!!! But more likely there was a gap in the crowd and I could finally see what the commotion was. There in front of me, a mesmerizing, shinny red and black patterned wheel of spinning fun - Roulette.
It was intense, exhilarating, thrilling! I wanted in. I was feeling LUCKY. I felt invincible.
And there in my mind, popped a flash of red and the number 5. Clear as day.
I turn to the husband and over the noise say "RED 5, Baby RED 5! Can I have $2?" The husband turns to look at me. In my eyes he sees it. It's only a slight glimmer but it's there... GAMBLOR!! Quick as lightning and bluntly he responds back with a resounding NO.
Before I had time to protest the dealer calls out no more bets and the wheel spins. All eyes turn in a daze to watch the swirling white ball determining our fortunes. I gasp as the ball stops. As I turn to the husband, the dealer calls out "RED 5, RED 5!"
Eyes wide, grin on my face, I exclaim, "Dahhh did you see that? Baby we would've won HEAPS! I told you I felt lucky. Ok Black 13, Baby Black 13!! Now can I have $2?" And again the resounding No.
The wheel spins again and the swirling white ball commences its dance of fortune. I begin to laugh and twist around to face the husband as the dealer calls out "Zero". I notice the husband isn't laughing with me. Instead he bends down to whisper in an urgent tone, "Let's Go! We're leaving." Even before I could object, I was being led (pulled) away from the fun.
When we're out of hearing distance from the roulette table, the husband's grip relaxes and we finally slow down to a normal pace. The husband asks me if I noticed the old man standing next to us at the roulette table. I shake my head as I try to recall. Apparently the old man had been listening to me yelling out my predictions (guesses). And unlike the husband who is quick to judge my silliness and say no to me, the old man believed me. So much so that he put a sizeable stack of chips on my second prediction/guess.
Hand in hand we leave, chuckling all the way to the car.
Who knew I was that convincing? Who listens to the crazy Asian girl jumping up and down yelling out random numbers?
Some things don't change though...
Babe, can I have $2??
It was intense, exhilarating, thrilling! I wanted in. I was feeling LUCKY. I felt invincible.
And there in my mind, popped a flash of red and the number 5. Clear as day.
I turn to the husband and over the noise say "RED 5, Baby RED 5! Can I have $2?" The husband turns to look at me. In my eyes he sees it. It's only a slight glimmer but it's there... GAMBLOR!! Quick as lightning and bluntly he responds back with a resounding NO.
Before I had time to protest the dealer calls out no more bets and the wheel spins. All eyes turn in a daze to watch the swirling white ball determining our fortunes. I gasp as the ball stops. As I turn to the husband, the dealer calls out "RED 5, RED 5!"
Eyes wide, grin on my face, I exclaim, "Dahhh did you see that? Baby we would've won HEAPS! I told you I felt lucky. Ok Black 13, Baby Black 13!! Now can I have $2?" And again the resounding No.
The wheel spins again and the swirling white ball commences its dance of fortune. I begin to laugh and twist around to face the husband as the dealer calls out "Zero". I notice the husband isn't laughing with me. Instead he bends down to whisper in an urgent tone, "Let's Go! We're leaving." Even before I could object, I was being led (pulled) away from the fun.
When we're out of hearing distance from the roulette table, the husband's grip relaxes and we finally slow down to a normal pace. The husband asks me if I noticed the old man standing next to us at the roulette table. I shake my head as I try to recall. Apparently the old man had been listening to me yelling out my predictions (guesses). And unlike the husband who is quick to judge my silliness and say no to me, the old man believed me. So much so that he put a sizeable stack of chips on my second prediction/guess.
Hand in hand we leave, chuckling all the way to the car.
Who knew I was that convincing? Who listens to the crazy Asian girl jumping up and down yelling out random numbers?
Some things don't change though...
Babe, can I have $2??
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Colour Orange
Pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins everywhere! Have you noticed it too?
It’s a vegetable that’s easier to grow then other vegetables and once it’s harvested it’s able to be stored for months. This leads to an over supply of pumpkins and low prices – 68 cents per Kg – what a bargain! Yet I don’t see many people buying them. So what’s happening to all the pumpkins??
There’s a special time of year when the world gets crazy. Monsters and ghosts rise from their hiding places to walk the streets. Children run wild screaming. People give out free lollies to keep the terrors at bay. The town is painted Orange and Black with fake spider webs and blood. October 31st – Halloween.
An eventful day in the calendar where consumers have been brainwashed into spending. I blame the farmers or rather I congratulate them. They’ve devised a plan – a day – a mindset – an event that tells consumers they need PUMPKINS. They need to hollow them out and cut menacing faces into them. They need to buy more and more pumpkins regardless of the inflated prices. For it keeps the terrors away. The one day in the year where the unthinkables of the world walk the streets to prey on us – for lollies. And our only defense? – A pumpkin.
I blame the farmers for not spinning the story more to get it recognised as a public holiday.
It’s a vegetable that’s easier to grow then other vegetables and once it’s harvested it’s able to be stored for months. This leads to an over supply of pumpkins and low prices – 68 cents per Kg – what a bargain! Yet I don’t see many people buying them. So what’s happening to all the pumpkins??
There’s a special time of year when the world gets crazy. Monsters and ghosts rise from their hiding places to walk the streets. Children run wild screaming. People give out free lollies to keep the terrors at bay. The town is painted Orange and Black with fake spider webs and blood. October 31st – Halloween.
An eventful day in the calendar where consumers have been brainwashed into spending. I blame the farmers or rather I congratulate them. They’ve devised a plan – a day – a mindset – an event that tells consumers they need PUMPKINS. They need to hollow them out and cut menacing faces into them. They need to buy more and more pumpkins regardless of the inflated prices. For it keeps the terrors away. The one day in the year where the unthinkables of the world walk the streets to prey on us – for lollies. And our only defense? – A pumpkin.
I blame the farmers for not spinning the story more to get it recognised as a public holiday.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Magic does happen
The world has gone crazy with World Cup fever! I love it. The excitement, the yelling, the chance to eat salty treats in front of the TV. I’m captivated… no it’s not the players in tight shirts or the fluorescent orange and silver shoes which are astonishingly distracting. There’s a time in the game when “magic” happens.
Usually after the husband yells out “DIVER, get up and stop wasting time” – sometimes it’s more descriptive but you get the idea. A player is down, holding a limb, scrunching his face in pain – is it broken, is he going to make it? The medic team runs to his aid and pull out their secret weapon. Too small to be a stretcher, too big to be medicine and resembles a water squirty bottle. A few quick sprays are all they need. It’s fine – he’s ALIVE, catastrophe diverted!!
I’m amazed. What just happened? What was in that spray bottle? Where can I get some?? And like all good investigators – I Googled it.
It’s somewhat of a mystery, a conspiracy in fact. There are forums debating on this special formula. Some claiming it’s a cure for everything but the Government has been holding out on us. Cynics claim it’s a common numbing spray that’s effective for a short period of time. That is, if the player is fine and still running after 10 minutes, he faked the whole injury.
I like to believe in the best of people. That they’re professionals who uphold fair play, justice and freedom and all that jazz.
I choose to believe in magic – the Magic Spray Bottle: the cure for everything!
Seriously though, where can I get some??
Usually after the husband yells out “DIVER, get up and stop wasting time” – sometimes it’s more descriptive but you get the idea. A player is down, holding a limb, scrunching his face in pain – is it broken, is he going to make it? The medic team runs to his aid and pull out their secret weapon. Too small to be a stretcher, too big to be medicine and resembles a water squirty bottle. A few quick sprays are all they need. It’s fine – he’s ALIVE, catastrophe diverted!!
I’m amazed. What just happened? What was in that spray bottle? Where can I get some?? And like all good investigators – I Googled it.
It’s somewhat of a mystery, a conspiracy in fact. There are forums debating on this special formula. Some claiming it’s a cure for everything but the Government has been holding out on us. Cynics claim it’s a common numbing spray that’s effective for a short period of time. That is, if the player is fine and still running after 10 minutes, he faked the whole injury.
I like to believe in the best of people. That they’re professionals who uphold fair play, justice and freedom and all that jazz.
I choose to believe in magic – the Magic Spray Bottle: the cure for everything!
Seriously though, where can I get some??
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
More of you
When we first met I was unsure of you. You looked good but I didn’t know you well enough. Others were drawn to you and I was hesitant - our first encounter wasn’t memorable. I didn’t want you like how much everybody else seemed to. I heard people talk about you, the desire, the passion they had for you. They were excited, deliriously happy and couldn’t wait for more of you. Praising you...longing for you...captivated by you. You won competitions without even saying a word. One look at you and the prize was yours.
And then one day, it all changed. I saw you like how they saw you – maybe even more so. I wanted to be with you all the time. I couldn’t get enough of you. You stole my heart.
And then one day, it all changed. I saw you like how they saw you – maybe even more so. I wanted to be with you all the time. I couldn’t get enough of you. You stole my heart.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The Golden Arches of Greatness
Have you ever thought about why a hamburger is called a ‘hamburger’ when it doesn’t have ham in it? It’s strange, it’s puzzling and I’m curious. Sure it could be because the first hamburger was made in Hamburg, Germany. But I like to make up my own wild stories.....
The Hamburger Story
The guy who invented ‘hamburgers’ was named Ham Burg. He was bent on taking over the world. His latest invention for success was a re-make on the ordinary, staple sandwich. Instead of ham and cheese or chicken and avocado – a toasted sesame seed bun with flame grilled beef, layered with cheese, bacon, egg, lettuce and tomato – called “Hamburger” after himself. Thinking this tasty, irresistible treat would addict millions if not billions, visions of his name posted on every major billboard with followers pledging their allegiance flashed before him. His flock would give up everything else for him - tacos, nachos, rice, pasta - Pfft! What are those? Little by little they’d be consuming him, enjoying him, craving him, taking late night drives to him - a following of people bent for more…more… and moreeee!!! HAM-BURGER!!! HE'S TAKEN OVER THE WORLD!!! And you didn't even realise.
Maccas caught wind of the idea, stole it, re-branded it, up-sized it, put a clown to it... and now available in every major city – less then a 10 minute drive to satisfaction.
Ham Burg - one tasty mad genius!
The Hamburger Story
The guy who invented ‘hamburgers’ was named Ham Burg. He was bent on taking over the world. His latest invention for success was a re-make on the ordinary, staple sandwich. Instead of ham and cheese or chicken and avocado – a toasted sesame seed bun with flame grilled beef, layered with cheese, bacon, egg, lettuce and tomato – called “Hamburger” after himself. Thinking this tasty, irresistible treat would addict millions if not billions, visions of his name posted on every major billboard with followers pledging their allegiance flashed before him. His flock would give up everything else for him - tacos, nachos, rice, pasta - Pfft! What are those? Little by little they’d be consuming him, enjoying him, craving him, taking late night drives to him - a following of people bent for more…more… and moreeee!!! HAM-BURGER!!! HE'S TAKEN OVER THE WORLD!!! And you didn't even realise.
Maccas caught wind of the idea, stole it, re-branded it, up-sized it, put a clown to it... and now available in every major city – less then a 10 minute drive to satisfaction.
Ham Burg - one tasty mad genius!
Friday, June 18, 2010
Choice
The world today is fascinated with superheroes, vampires and magic. We see it on TV, read it in books and dream about which superpower we would choose to possess if we had the opportunity – ok maybe that’s just me then.
It’s all so intriguing, enthralling, captivating and thrilling!!! The world would be such a different place if only I had one of these superpowers. It’s a question I like to ask people to see what they would choose and why. So I can choose wisely. For saying it out-loud may possibly, potentially, maybe, make my wish come true.
The sheer possibilities are endless.
Telekinesis like Jean Grey – having the ability to manipulate and control objects with my mind – think of it, I’d never have to get up! Every action just thought out would happen. Gone are the days of getting up to find the remote when I’ve settled comfortably on the couch.
Superhuman strength like Hulk. Challenging beefy guys and having a small Asian girl whoop their ass. Priceless. And if I bet on myself – Gold.
Weather manipulation like Storm. Sunshine today, rain tomorrow, tornado on that guys house that cut in line – the weather at my fingertips. Never having to Google the weather forecast to schedule my laundry.
Time manipulation like Hiro Nakamura – affecting time by slowing, accelerating, reversing or stopping it and the added bonus of time traveling. Seeing the future, going back to the past - never being late again.
Teleportation like Nightcrawler - moving from one place to another instantly. Saving time and money. No more overpriced airfares. Hello holidays!
Power absorption like Rogue. Cheating to get every power so no decision has to be made. This is perfect! Except what if I’m the only one in the world with a power? That would render my power useless.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about or who I’m talking about, SHAME on you. Get educated!
Today I’ve finally decided. Decided on which power would be best for me.
It’s all so intriguing, enthralling, captivating and thrilling!!! The world would be such a different place if only I had one of these superpowers. It’s a question I like to ask people to see what they would choose and why. So I can choose wisely. For saying it out-loud may possibly, potentially, maybe, make my wish come true.
The sheer possibilities are endless.
Telekinesis like Jean Grey – having the ability to manipulate and control objects with my mind – think of it, I’d never have to get up! Every action just thought out would happen. Gone are the days of getting up to find the remote when I’ve settled comfortably on the couch.
Superhuman strength like Hulk. Challenging beefy guys and having a small Asian girl whoop their ass. Priceless. And if I bet on myself – Gold.
Weather manipulation like Storm. Sunshine today, rain tomorrow, tornado on that guys house that cut in line – the weather at my fingertips. Never having to Google the weather forecast to schedule my laundry.
Time manipulation like Hiro Nakamura – affecting time by slowing, accelerating, reversing or stopping it and the added bonus of time traveling. Seeing the future, going back to the past - never being late again.
Teleportation like Nightcrawler - moving from one place to another instantly. Saving time and money. No more overpriced airfares. Hello holidays!
Power absorption like Rogue. Cheating to get every power so no decision has to be made. This is perfect! Except what if I’m the only one in the world with a power? That would render my power useless.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about or who I’m talking about, SHAME on you. Get educated!
Today I’ve finally decided. Decided on which power would be best for me.
Magic pocket!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Dreaming big
There are times in life I realise I'm wired differently from everybody else. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, just, different. I'm reminiscing on the delirious excitement of owning your first home. Walking in, knowing this is all mine. It’s a rush, its exhilarating. Not because you know you have somehow made it in life in terms of society’s standards of career, home, car, family checklist (Of which I’m at 2 out of 4). Instead it’s the sheer excitement of No Rules and utter Freedom!
I walked into my brother's new place last week and since then I've been excited. A blank canvas. My mind has been in over-drive on what he needs or what I like and think will be spectacular at his new place. Ashamedly I've even flicked through catalogues to check out what is on sale and how to make my Magic plastic swipey card purchase these wonderful pieces without the bank account depleting and most importantly without the husband finding out. With the minor detail of convincing my brother his new place came furnished in tasteful decor that screams out Naomi. But what I’m most excited about is the camping out my brother will have in his new place. Sleeping on the floor for the first few weeks. Eating off a make shift table erected with bricks and a plank of wood.
Most people dream of having a home filled with coordinating modern furniture. And I, dream of eating breakfast over the sink and keeping my perishables inside an esky with a block of ice. Perhaps I should give my furniture to my brother and experience the joys he's soon to experience?
For I was robbed of the opportunity of roughing it.
I walked into my brother's new place last week and since then I've been excited. A blank canvas. My mind has been in over-drive on what he needs or what I like and think will be spectacular at his new place. Ashamedly I've even flicked through catalogues to check out what is on sale and how to make my Magic plastic swipey card purchase these wonderful pieces without the bank account depleting and most importantly without the husband finding out. With the minor detail of convincing my brother his new place came furnished in tasteful decor that screams out Naomi. But what I’m most excited about is the camping out my brother will have in his new place. Sleeping on the floor for the first few weeks. Eating off a make shift table erected with bricks and a plank of wood.
Most people dream of having a home filled with coordinating modern furniture. And I, dream of eating breakfast over the sink and keeping my perishables inside an esky with a block of ice. Perhaps I should give my furniture to my brother and experience the joys he's soon to experience?
For I was robbed of the opportunity of roughing it.
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