The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Katy and I have built-in hand puppets that seem to have a life of their own. They can be quite opinionated (Katy’s hand is quite adamant that Rhianna is a skanky ho festering with chlamydia and herpes). We;re not entirely sure when they came to life, nor are we really sure if we’re completely sane or not.
Still, they seem harmless and making them talk at the dinner table seems to wind Mel up to no extent, so it’s all good.
I had a silly conversation with Katy last weekend, where we were discussing how an updated version of Countdown aimed at teen-aged kids would go down:
CONSONANT!
CONSONANT!
SYMBOL!
NUMBER!
CONSONANT!
CONSONANT!
vowel, please
Presenter: Dude, what’s a vowel???
My therapist tells me that I need to work on becoming more spontaneous and stop worrying about all the bad shit that can happen in the world. I need to “feel the fear and do it anyway”. I need to accept that I can deal with consequences when they happen, if they happen instead of making a big mental mountain out of everything.
As such, I am taking the first steps in finally seeing if/how I can become independently mobile. I have sent off the paperwork to get my provisional license from the DVLA and will be booking a motorcycle driving course by the end of the month if all goes well.
Booah!
I recent IM conversation with Katy :)
(13:46:38) Rc: heyho
(13:46:44) Rc: how’s you feeling?
(13:46:53) Rc: have you had pie?
(13:47:36) Rc: how be the beastie?
(13:47:41) Rc: has he had pie?
(13:47:51) Rc: can I have pie?
(13:47:54) Rc: hmmmmmmm, pie!
(13:48:04) Rc: pie! pie! pie! pie! pie!
(13:48:17) Katy: i am currently having pie