Skunkalous

First things first: Cutified is 8 months old today - yaaaay!
And you know that comes with all sorts off .. well, stuff.

Bitings/sucky kissing/'practicing of teeth' LOL
Scratchings
Everything taller than him being a 'prop'
Crawling/scooting all over the place
Dragging along everything
Eating of phone and other apparatus
Correct [mis]use of phone and remote controls
Opening of drawers and all other things
Slipping out of bed/car seat/sofa/lap with no regard to how far down the ground is
Noise making - even in Church
... the list is endless

But, I don't think I would ever love him any more than I already do if there were space for it - which there ain't. I hear that restraining order is awaiting a signature.


Onto other things:

I was at work yesterday doing what work does. Then I started to smell something funny, and I am thinking: 'Are maintenance spraying some sort of air freshener/disinfectant etc through the A/C while we are here - can they not wait?' And knowing that I have had the seasonal allergies all out in force I was not amused. Then the smell grew stronger and I turned to a colleague - who gave me this really amused look and went: 'It is a skunk spraying its stuff outside'. You what?
After that moment everything went downhill, fast. You couldn't go outside cos, well, it was coming from there. With watery eyes due to both laughing myself hoarse and the smell tearing my eyes, the rest of the remaining hour and a half was spent in equal measures of Laugh out loud incredulity and nose holdingingly hilarious disbelief. I get home and recount the story to my sister, who joined me in laughter till we woke the baby. Apparently skunkfarts are a common occurrence here. I am not sure what to make of that. Oh dear!

Speaking of laughter, this morning while we were getting ready to go to work, we found there was no water. Yep, the people that dig up roads that have nothing wrong with them for the best part of a year now had decided that at that part of the morning, we did not need to wash our selves or others or cook, clean or otherwise. So, seeing as sometimes it is a good idea to skip work for all sorts of reasons big and small - we sat down to have breakfast and chat. Apropos of nothing, I caught something on CNN, a phrase: ... think outside the box. Now, you and I know what that means, and if you do not know, then you do really need to think outside the box, but do people really need to overuse it until it loses the 'meaning' meaning? So I turn to my sister and go: "That phrase drives me crazy, especially when the user thinks they are so smart and smug. They should find the person who coined it, put him in a box, preferably on a ratio of 1:2, seal it airtight, and ask him to think outside the box". That got a good amount of gigglement out of the two of us. But before that could subside, I then shook my head and went: 'What about the one where people tell you to push the envelope, what do you think?'. I think the Weetabix of the morning must have gone down the wrong way, cos internal combustion is all I got for an answer. They should be pushed out of a ... ah, I gave up. Needless to say, flow (of water and coherency) was restored not many moments later, and seeing as between the two of us timekeeping is a foreign concept, we had to race each other to see who got into work late. Neither of us did - but I do not remember having a 3.5minute shower before.

AOB:

My silence
Ain't acquiescence
Just absence
Of your sense