Today, I become an
Uncle - again - to my little nephew.
Shites, an uncle of one, a god-farther to another. I'm excited.
Cream Girl and I went for dinner at my folks last night. My niece was staying with them as my brother and wife were getting their last nights sleep in before the little guy arrives. Shame,
kids are hell-of-a intuitive at young ages. She knew something wasn't right and was throwing proper fits...Cream Girl and I, as much as we love our sibkids, realised that the responsibility of children is something you'd only want when you're ready...if it ever
happens like that.
There have been
milk issues around the office.
And
milk is something you just don't mess with. Yesterday, it got quite heated and
Cooksister - yes, I work with my sister - had to step-in and lay down some ground rules.
"Don't mess with the milk," she said, "I'll fuck you up with this Woolies Oat Snap biscuit I'm holding, ok!?"
God, when are people going to realise...
...I digress. We had a good laugh.
I'm growing a little moustie - moustache - for Cream Girls year end function on Friday. It's a 70's theme...fuck it's funny. I only started on Thursday, and already it as bushy as some of these chops who've been posting Movemeber photo's of themselves on Facebook...hilarious.
They look like they've been scratching on bits of dry coqui pen. Grow-up guys! We're men for god's sake! Stop looking for attention!
Cheesus.