I would love to go to the Que Sera Sera art exhibition on Monday. I know the organisers are busy and very excited, and I know that the town is hearing about it because it was announced in the Community announcements this morning on a local station.
Only one problem - the announcer pronounced it "Queue Sarah Sarah."
I'm thinking that if you didn't do high school French, surely you've heard of Doris Day? Failing that - Normie Rowe? Nope? Okay, whatever.
Playing Toy Story Trouble with Jessie is tedious.
When we play, Buzz is Buzz, Jessie is Jessie, I am Woody and Mr de Elba is Zurg. Jessie is happy with this because (a) she is Jessie, and (b) she is opposite and not adjacent to Zurg, of whom she claims to be terrified because he's a Bad Guy.
Tonight, thanks to a large number of freak sixes, Jessie was streaking away to an early lead. All was going well until her counters started making it around to the half-way point in the board. "I don't want to go to Zurg's house!" she moaned with a theatrical tremble. And she took her counters off and put them back at the beginning.
Okay, I thought. She will just lose. That's fine.
Mr de Elba aka Zurg convinced her to leave a counter in his quadrant a few times, on the strength that Jessie liked Buzz and Zurg was Buzz's father, hence Zurg was her de facto father-in-law and they had to learn how to get along. Once a few of her counters were in the dreaded purple quadrant, any roll of the dice apparently allowed her to high-tail it out of Zurg territory, all the way back to her starting quadrant, skipping about 15 spots as she did so, gleefully announcing, "I'm getting away from Zurg's house! Yay!"
Okay, I thought. She will just lose. That's fine.
Half-way into the game, her fake fear of Zurg overtook her desire to win and she removed her counters from the playing board, saying she was going to "hide" from Zurg.
Okay, I thought. She will just lose. That's fine.
However, "hiding" from Zurg meant getting her counters to cower on the opposite side of the - you know - don't make me say it - oh okay, the jolly Pop-O-Matic Bubble.
This meant that her counters were, technically, in her "home" zone.
And she'd "won."
Humph.
First winner past the post - Selena! Yes, two days after an expensive steam-clean, there was an accident on the couch. There have been no similar accidents in the past, so to have it happen right after a professional cleaning was demoralising. Out into the sun for a day!
Buzz and Jessie found some streamers and so we had to have a party. No food, no music, no games, and no CAKE! What a disappointment. Just a big mess of streamers in the kitchen. Of course.
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We're using some of Grandpa's old mathematics printouts as scrap paper for drawing on. Some of the graphs make awesome dot-to-dots!
I, who cannot burp on command, have produced offspring who are pretty good at it. Especially that sweet small pink one - even as a newborn, she could belch like a fat man in the pub on a Friday night. At times, Buzz and Jessie sit on either side of Mr de Elba at the table, and take it in turns to take a swig of lemonade, extend a finger commanding him to "Pull-my-finger" and then burp on cue. Not terribly charming, but really quite cute.
At our house, we accept the following 'Pardon-mes' following a burp:
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