Something dead has been dumped in our cardboard skip at work.  It’s in a black rubbish bag.  No one quite has the guts to get close enough and find out what it is.  Myself included.  Of course it’s unlikely to be anything much more than a dog someone couldn’t be bothered burying, but if by some slim chance it turns out to be human, does that mean we’ll get the rest of the week off work while police investigate? I could really do with the break…

There is a bird outside in the willow tree that keeps whistling the first line of the Barbie Girl song.  Honestly, I thought I was deluded too, until J asked me tonight, ‘have you heard that bloody bird whistling Barbie Girl?’

Least it’s no longer whistling the beep my washing machine makes when it’s off-balance.  Or a cell phone.  …The amount of times I used to run around looking for my phone before I realised the noise was coming from the tree.

My dearly beloved other-half is cooking chilli sausage, baked beans and eggs.  Dear gods, the last time he ate this, he spent the night farting out little nuclear bomb bursts.  I was hoping to get some action tonight (yes, my big pregnant belly is almost impossible to resist *note sarcasm*) but I think the closest to action I’m gonna get is running, gagging, out of the room throughout the night.  Hell, if his arse is gonna be anything like the last time, I might just sleep on the couch.

I’ve just had a realisation.  He’s not eating Fart Food because he enjoys it.  He’s eating it because it’s a Callie Repellant.

Well mister, I hope the 3am gut ache is worth it.

Finally! I have wedged J off the computer long enough to install wordpress and begin customising the layout I downloaded. (Like I have the time or energy to create my own from scratch. Pfft.)

I know, I know… The ‘hiatus’ sign was up here for so long, even the graphic I created for it got sick and tired of hanging around and disappeared - leaving nothing behind but a little red X to mark the spot where it once was. It’s a ghost town round here.

But anyway, Not-Quite-Human.net is up and running once more. That’s right folks, the bitch is back! Well, the bitch is now off to bed because it’s taken all night to get this far, and her eyes are hanging out of her head.

Next task is to import the last year’s worth of blog entries I’ve had hosted elsewhere.  And as much as I’d love to say I’ll find some time tomorrow night to come back and continue setting up house again round here, I have antenatal classes to attend. (If you haven’t already heard, I’m mammothly pregnant with sproggin no. 2, and as sproggin no. 1 is 12, it really does feel like I’m doing it all over again for the first time. For J, it is the first time. Trust me, we need these classes. :P)

Goodnight!