Two

Me me me me me.

I really just typed that to get started, and seeing as blogs are those kind of self indulgent ways of telling the world all about yourself, it seemed like a good place to start.

I had a funny thought the other day - I voiced it to my work colleagues and I was KILLING myself laughing. I think it must only be something that those with kids can really appreciate - there is only one other parent in my department, she wasn't there at the time, and I haven't passed the joke to her, might do that tomorrow. DP (work colleague, single mum and freaked out sense of humour such as myself) came to visit my dept yesterday, I told HER my hilarious thought, and SHE thought it was funny, we laughed together until we cried, she called me an idiot, and we LOL'd (I use that term so that I appear hip and with it).

The thought was this: It seems that all children want to go to places that end in 'World'. Seaworld, Movie World, Dream World, Disney World etc. The next time Will says that he wants to go somewhere fun and exciting, I think I'll take him to Coles New World. He's sure to love it, because it ends in 'World'.

It doesn't seem as funny when it's written down in Times New Roman font, or whatever font this actually is. But Man O Man....when you say it out loud, it is HILARIOUS. Seriously, I had tears.

On another note, tonight while cooking dinner I got the salad ready, popped the chips in the oven, started toasting the hamburger roll, then stood in the middle of the kitchen thinking "I feel like I should be doing something else". Couldn't think what it was, so started working on my Greek salad for my lunchbox tomorrow. Until I smelled the burning, and realised that when you make hamburgers, you're supposed to cook a round bit of beef patty thing, NOT light the frying pan with the oil in it and just leave it on the flame. I just knew I'd forgotten something, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Of course, it may have been the shock I gave myself earlier in the evening that made me forget what I was supposed to be doing. I started filling up the sink to wash some dishes (no electric dishwasher for me), grabbing the dishwashing liquid to bring on the suds. Flipped the lid of the liquid and gave a squirt into the water....and realised that I had, in fact, grabbed the Crisco vegetable oil and was squirting that into the water. The oil had been on the bench, next to the dishwashing liquid, waiting to be used for the hamburger.

Thankfully, when I did get around to putting the oil into the frying pan for the burger, I did in fact use the Crisco, and not the Trix. But, of course, I forgot that the oil was IN the pan until I smelled the burning (see above).

But now, at 7:25pm, with the child tucked up in bed reading his comics, I can head off to my little piece of Heaven, my own bed, and join all the folk in Mansfield Park via the literary genius of Jane Austen.

Talk tomorrow

Janeane