They Say What They Say

I'm home again and have just put in a friend's request to Juliet Landau's MySpace page, because I figure that if I can have Nathan Fillion on my friends list, I can have Juliet as well.

Mum's birthday lunch went off very well. Everyone loved the chicken and the sponge roll, the kids didn't molest me too much, and when I went to Spotlight after lunch I found the exact blue bead garland I had been hunting for high and low to finish off the Christmas decorations at work.

Wins! \o/

But OMG, Z is turning into such an Imelda. She wanted to go outside and play this afternoon, but I told her she couldn't go out in bare feet and had to put some shoes on. So she toddles over to her shoe nook (yes, she has a shoe nook!) and starts going through every pair, examining them, rejecting them, examining them again, testing them out against her pink leggings, black denim skirt and pink t-shirt, until she finds the perfect pair and almost succeeds in putting them on by her self. She's not even two and shoes are nearly the most important things in her life, next to Pink Rabbit and her blankie! I wonder if M will also develop her big sister's taste in footwear? Given her genetic heritage, I'd say it was a definite possibility.

Oh noes, I've just started reading this long fic and it's rilly rilly good and amusing and it's nearly midnight and I rilly must to be going to bed for tis a school night. What's a fangirl to do???