Just Jo!

We had a pleasant enough evening last night. We finally got round to watching Groundhog Day….two days late, but not a problem. Except, with about half an hour to go, Olivia pipes up, “Eeeww!! She’s still wearing the same clothes!!”
I had explained it to her, honest!

This morning was kind enough to me as well. I didn’t have to drag Olivia, kicking and screaming, out of bed. In fact, she was up before me.
She willingly got on with some english straight after breakfast. I started cutting out the Japanese Golden Eagle. Then had a lovely long chat with my mum.
My stepdad’s been in hospital, not very well at all and quite down about it all. Obviously, that wasn’t a particularly lovely bit, but the rest was. He’s due out today, and my uncle George (his brother) and his wife Phyllis are going over to see them for nine days, so he’s looking forward to that.
After the chat, we went into town….on the bus today, I was feeling extravagant….
We got off the bus….that’s when it started….
First of all, the machine ate my card!
“What? What? What??!!” My card had expired, so it was retained.
“But….but….but….I haven’t got a new one yet! I only have about a fiver to my name!!! Aaagh!!!”
So we dashed into Sainsbury’s, getting essentials like bread, soya milk, cat food and baked beans (they *are* essential!), and rushed home again.
A frantic half hour search did in fact reveal that I had received a replacement card. I’d put it ’somewhere safe’(!!!) and promptly forgot all about it.
Still needing more shopping, and not being able to face a return trip to town, we went to Costcutter’s and spent a fortune getting *my* money from the machine there.

We got home (again!) and Olivia started with some more workbooks, fractions and science….oh my…. She’s not usually given to tantrums or strops, but ******* ****. (I’m not usually given to swearing, but feel free to insert any expletive you care to!) Did she go off on one or what?!
“I hate workbooks! I can’t do this!” Tears! Shouting! Aboutthisclose to throwing the book on the floor!
Then, when she actually *opened* the book, it was a page of decimals, just converting 1/2’s, 1/5’s and 1/10’s to decimals….so easy, even she got embarrassed by how she’d over-reacted.
Then it was a new science workbook, which started by recapping lots of what she already knows about plants and their parts. She’s up to the page on birds now, which nicely ties in with her current obssession….
Coincidentally, we also had a go at finishing the eagle….And what a b****y awkward b****r that was!! Give me Canon any day!! So much easier!! No wonder the b****y bird’s endangered!!
A picture may appear on Olivia’s blog at some point, it really depends on whether I allow it to survive the night. If it continues smirking at me like that, I don’t hold out much hope for it!

And then….while I was beating the bird into submission, Olivia wrote her blog. She saved it. Like she knows how to. Then she published it. Like she knows how to. It took ages. Then disappeared, and a ‘Fatal Error’ message came up…. “WHAT??!!”
Neither of us panicked though. Although I was getting seriously vexed by the entire day at this point!
We kept going back to have a look at it, then sent a quick email to Lin (SOS!), then turned off the computer totally and turned it back on again.
And her blog waved a cheery hello to us….

I’m being incredibly self-restrained and abstemious at the moment, so here’s a joke about a silly drunk….
Harry staggered home very late and very drunk. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his backside. A bottle of beer in a back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing not to scream out loud, Harry sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see what damage he’d done.
Bleeding from several cuts, he somehow managed to find a first aid kit and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and stumbled his way into bed.
In the morning, Harry woke up with searing pain in both his head and bottom and his wife staring daggers at him from across the room.
She says, “So, you were staggering drunk last night weren’t you Harry?”
Says Harry, “Now, why would you say such a thing?”
“Well,” she says, “it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly……. it’s all the Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.”

And it’s a Lush night tonight. I haven’t decided what I’m going to have yet….probably Karma Bubble Bar….I have a *need* for lots of silliness with some bubbles tonight, and as champagne is out, it’ll have to be a bubble bath!