Gotta Laugh

I was half way through my shower today, when I spotted my razor on the wall.

Hmmmm. I thought. I haven’t done any maintenance in a while. Maybe I ought to look into that.

Sure, my razor was a little blunt and I probably ought to buy a new head for it, but what the hell I figured, I’ll work carefully.

Just as I started, the bathroom door flew open and in crawled Isaac at the speed of light.

‘Hey-yo!’

Hmmmph. ‘Hello kid.’

‘Here-ya!’ He demanded, passing me a face washer from the floor.

‘Thankyou.’

Nathan followed him in shortly, smirking, and I glared at the both of them until they left.

Back to what I was doing, I was contorted in an awkward position when Amy raced in. I quickly changed to shaving my legs and she didn’t notice.

‘Hi kid. What do you want?’

‘I needa use the potty.’

‘Oh. Okay. Quickly then.’

She left and I went back to what I was doing.

Now, the upside of being bendy is that I can see bits of myself that you probably can’t, meaning that shaving is more sight-work and less guess-work.

The downside of being bendy is that my skin is so fragile, I have to be incredibly careful not to tear great chunks of skin out. Which, incidentally, I have done before, leaving a 4 inch long and inch wide gash down my shin. My shower looked like a scene from Psycho that day.

So, I’m contorted into an awkward position, again, half upside down and moving carefully. I wasn’t really prepared to see a mouse run under the washing machine. Luckily I didn’t start jumping up and down trying to schwack it while I was still contorted.

Heh.

As a side note, we bought new shampoo and conditioner yesterday. Apparently it has a ‘cooling’ action or something, anyway, I didn’t pick it out.

You can see where this is going.

No matter how careful I am, the fragility of my skin means I cut myself numerous times shaving anyway.

And we’ll add that to some distractions.

And ‘cooling action’ conditioner, still in my hair while I was shaving.

Yes.

Maybe it would have been pleasant for a hard core masochist. Me, not so much.

Laugh all you want, it will be your turn next time.

So for this Easter, I wish you undistracted showers, sharp razors and conditioner that doesn’t make your girly bits feel like you dunked them in mouthwash.

A basket full of eggs and a pleasant weekend would also be nice for everyone.

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Last week I was approached by the exectives at Ferrero Rocher chocolate and they asked if I’d be interested in a sponsorship deal.

Of course I am I said! Do I look insane?

In return for a specified amount of Ferrero Rocher chocolates and decent amount of money PER POST, I agreed to let all my readers know about the new sponsorship, and to mention Ferrero Rocher in every post of mine from here on in.

Yes, I know they’re a US company and I KNOW that they are in no way gluten free, but I’m prepared to overlook those facts, in light of the free chocolate and money thing.

So that’s that.

Watch the sidebar, the new ads should show up sometime after lunch time today.

And uh, chocolate on!

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Snoring

by Veronica on February 11, 2010

in Gotta Laugh

No matter what the provocation, it is illegal to murder your partner.

So at 11.30pm the other night when I was seriously considering murdering Nathan, I got out of bed and walked away.

No matter what I did, he kept fucking snoring.

I poked him.

I prodded him.

I swore at him.

I kicked him.

I shook him until his teeth rattled.

I stole his pillows and beat him with them (small step to considering suffocation).

I squeezed his ribs, hard, and at least this one made him roll over.

But he didn’t stop snoring.

When my final two ploys failed – pulling his leg hairs and then his pubes – I bailed out.

I’d exhausted all of my for-the-love-of-god-stop-snoring techniques and I was left trying to work out which would be better, a pillow, or a knife. Not great options either of them, considering I really prefer him alive. But oh the fantasy, it was tempting.

I grabbed my pillows, hit him with them for good measure and went and slept in Amy’s room with her.

I’m not sure what was worse, the band saw snoring, or Amy poking me with her feet all night.

She’s very poky.

All I can say is thank goodness she has a double bed and thank fuck Nathan doesn’t snore like that most of the time.

Because otherwise, he’d be lucky to live through another night.

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Dear Nathan

by Veronica on May 21, 2009

in Gotta Laugh, Life

We had this conversation while I got Isaac ready for bed. It was not an email conversation, this is what we were yelling across the room to each other.

Yes, we are weird.

‘Dear Nathan:
Please stop hiding the baby wipes.
Love Veronica’

‘Dear Veronica:
Please stop giving me thrush.
Love Nathan’

‘Dear Nathan:
The thrush wasn’t my fault.
Love Veronica’

‘Dear Veronica:
It was your f…ing fault.
Love Nathan’

‘Dear Nathan:
Suck it up and eat the damn yogurt already.
Love Veronica’

‘Dear Veronica:
I don’t see why I should have to eat yogurt when I hate the stuff and it makes me … — dotdotdot ugh. Also, it was your fault.
Love Nathan’

‘Dear Nathan:
I didn’t have symptoms when we had sex, so really, it’s not my fault.
Love Veronica’

‘Dear Veronica:
Splutter splutter.
Love Nathan’

‘Dear Nathan:
Thinking of blogging this. What do you say?
Love Veronica’

‘Dear Veronica:
I don’t care.
Love Nathan.’

‘Dear Nathan:
I’m going to.
Love Veronica’

‘Dear Veronica:
This is all your fault.
Love Nathan.’

‘Dear Nathan:
I love you.
Love Veronica’

‘Dear Veronica:
I love you too. Except when you give me thrush.
Love Nathan’

‘Dear Nathan:
You know where the cream is.
Love Veronica’

‘Dear Veronica:
Internet is down. Email cannot be sent.
Love Nathan.’

‘Dear Nathan:
I was sending these by snail mail!
Love Veronica.’

‘Internet dead. Beep beep beep.’

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I love my baby brother.

by Veronica on April 30, 2009

in Gotta Laugh, Life

Dear David.

Remember when you were little and you wouldn’t shut up so I could go to sleep, so I pulled your pillow out from under your head and beat you with it?

Sometimes, I feel like doing that still.

I love you dearly baby brother, but please, if you plan on telling people that I have a blog, could you at least do a recon mission first and check what the post at the top of the page is?

Because if you are going to show your mentor my blog and your mentor is a known Tasmanian figure, then maybe, JUST MAYBE, it would be better for him if the first post he sees is not about orgasms.

And to tell him ‘she reviews sex toys’ is a little bit misleading. I have reviewed ONE sex toy. ONE. Not many, just one. (I haven’t received any others yet. Maybe I should email them…) I do occasionally talk about sex toys and their possibilities, but aside from the one (1) review, I don’t have first hand knowledge of anything I have talked about. (yet)

[My toy drawer is a little sad and sorry. I might talk the talk, but when it comes to paying out the money, I tend to keep my hands in my pockets.]

I am laughing about it now.

Hey, at least you thought to give him the ‘slightly adult content’ warning, right?

Love, Ronni

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