Manus Fluitis

I think I have the man flu.

No, really.

You know how the phrase "take it like a man" usually denotes someone being brave? I've decided to take it literally. I'm taking my cold "like a man".

Meaning I am laying in bed, whinging that I'm dying. Demanding loudly that things be brought to me and that I can't possibly do ANYTHING.

I'm not normally this sexist. Only when it benefits me. Like when I refuse to take the bin out because it's a man's job. Y' know.

I'm counteracting my manly behaviour by eating these magical healing biscuits. They're made by fairies in a little fairy factory and they kiss each one to give it healing properties. It's true.

If you haven't already seen this video, it's one of my absolute favourites. What can I say? I learnt from the best! Pure gold.....

By the way - it's totally just a cold that I have. But if you tell anyone, I'll sneeze on you.

The Naughty Shorts Experience

When the package you find in your PO box has this name as the sender......

.....you almost keel over from excitement.

When you open it up and this is inside......

 

.....you weep a little. Carefully, so as to not damage your mascara.

You do this to the package......

And feel no remorse.

And then this......

I have never gotten undressed so quickly.

This sight makes me happy...

It's really hard to take photos of yourself in the mirror....

So you take photos with your head chopped off, 

just so you can show how well the shoes go with

the prettiness.

See? No head, just so you can see the dress!

You blow Bec the biggest kiss.......

And make sure that everyone knows where to find Naughty Shorts.

Then you start thinking about which Naughty Shorts creation

you are going to get next....

Hang your Naughty Shorts dress where you can see it at all times.

This dress is so beautifully made, with obvious care and love.

It fits me perfectly and is so flattering.

I am in love.

Slave to technology

My handsfree kit in my car has a really handy function. You press a button and then say someone's name and it calls them.

I have to talk to it in an English accent.

Like, a plummy posh accent. If I talk in Ozstraylian it calls "Doctor" instead of "Mum".

I am a slave to technology.

But I kinda like it. The other day, I was listening to one of my Christian O'Connell Breakfast Show podcasts (seriously funny London radio show) and they said that research has shown that people on average check their phone 34 times a day. I guess that means I am above average then! **blows on nails and buffs on shirt**

Actually, hang on, why do we huff on our nails, then polish them on our clothes to show that we've done a good job or are proud of something. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?! I have been doing that my whole life and it only just occurred to me how stupid it is! Does it mean, "Hell yeah, I achieved THAT and I didn't even ruin my manicure"? or "How good was that!?! Now I'm just going to buff my nails for the next time I need to save a child/stop world poverty/remember to clean the lint filter in the dryer before putting on the 1,200th cycle of never ending stupid washing"?

Once again, I am off topic.

I am most definitely a slave to technology. I LOVE it! I'm a gadget girl, through and through. I am sitting at my desk typing on my 24inch Mac desktop, I have my iPhone next to me, my iPod connected to my computer and I can see my iPad in the kitchen. I love checking in, I love being up to date and I love hearing from people. It was probably a natural progression that I have an online business - now I have a legitimate excuse to be glued to the screen!

Surely, I'm not the only one? Actually, I know I'm not - there is this guy....he makes me feel like I'm not alone!