Neither sound nor fury...

It’s wet, it’s cold and I’m miserable. This damn company I work for should be closed and liquidated by now but no, it still gasps and the blood still flows through those CAT 6 cables. Me? Again, I’m the last one standing, I’m bored and there’s no reason to go into the office,..

So I work from home, work as in drinking too much coffee, snacking on the chips and chocolate. Wanted to mow the lawn but the weather has been crap, wet and windy. As luck would have it, my Victa has died and gone up to mower heaven (or hell). Still, I sent it to the doctor’s and hopefully the defibrillator can put that spark back.

Since I’ve started whinging, no point holding back. The company intranet’s buggered; the two stunning ladies at the front door turned out to be Jehovah Witnesses; the wine cellar’s dry and I’ve got a 7:00 pm phone conference which clashes with Two and a Half Men on the box.

At least I’ve got the mash and meat loaf ready for dinner…

Depressing...

Went through today's headlines, not one happy!. Wall Street slumps, Home sales at 15 year lows, China plane crashes, Congo mass rape, 600 jobs to go at National Foods, Worker stole $50,000 from university... and the list goes on.

Not going to talk about the election, nothing to talk about anyway. No idea who's going to be the next Prime Minister.

Instead, let's dance...

Sometimes when I cook, I weep...

I've talked about SNAGS and men buying pantyhose, about Guy-liner and Man-scara. It's back, love this advert ..."Sometimes when I cook, I weep." Muwhahaha...



I've also blogged about tradies, the good looking plumber who knows his U-bends, the sparkie who knows how to turn it on.

Here's a Tom-Magnum-Selleck tradie in his Chesty Bond's singlet who parks his ute, grabs a stubbie from the fridge and when his partner raises her eyebrows... don's an apron!



I think I'm going to chuck...