Good morning, MTs. How are you today? Me, I’m a little grumpy and more than a little bit done with “The Footy” – a.k.a. Australian Rules Football team. It’s the championships next Saturday, and ye gods, DH’s team, Collingwood are in the Grand Final. It’s been 20 years since they last won, and they haven’t been in a championship since 2003, so the testosterone has overridden DH’s normal impulses and hard-wired all major circuitry straight into his lizard brain. This week can’t pass fast enough so I can, please Jebus, have my normal husband back. I envy all of you who are ignorant of AFL.
In that spirit, I bring you news of anything but sport. Firstly, gossip, gossip, gossip. Jamie Oliver and his wife, Jools, welcomed their fourth child – and first boy – into the family last week. The baby boy got –saddled– named with a –wacky– unique name – Buddy Maurice. I admit my love for Jamie Oliver with no hesitation; he and his wife and family are just adorable. I own a couple of his cookbooks and I really use his recipes, too. So congrats, Jamie and Jools!
From the department of Just Desserts, the sometimes-funny, always unintentionally revealing advice column in the NYT, Social Q’s. This week, a person confesses to snooping in the SIL’s e-mail account … and got more than they bargained for in the form of insults. I’ll go with the advice columnist in this – if you can’t do the crime, don’t snoop in other people’s e-mails. You almost always get more than you bargained for. And for everyone else, make sure you log out if you’re using somebody else’s computer. There are snoops out there!
What’s going on in your world, today?
