Holidays Scmolidays

Ok. The holiday is over - and it's time to get this blogging out of my system before work goes back and I forget all about it. If you've been following previous posts you will notice I was going to recount every second of my holidays, but now I think I can do week two of holidays in 25 words or less:

Laziness, movies, House of Pask, shoulda been drunk, cafe furniture moving, sleep, Facebook, Jesus died, alcohol finally / excessively, brain explosion, treasure hunt, chocolate, chocolate, sleep.

I'm going to skip the pic for this one for fear of some people (who might have lost their marbles in the last few days of the holiday) reading too much into it. And moving on...

2nd last day of holiday:

Sensible me decides this should be the day to leave. I wanted to give myself enough time to clean up the house I had been inhabiting (kindly donated, complete with dog, by the gorgeous Soleil), and amble on home along the scenic route. I also was desperately in need of a day at home to get my footing and prepare (set up the paper bags for hyperventilating) to go back to my ever exciting job. The catch to all these good intentions? Facebook. And for once I'm not even just talking about me. Some stupid person had decided to negate the 13+ rules and allow their daughter on Facebook. And now I know what I look like. Needless to say between across room FBchatting, farms, and Zombies, we didn't get off the couch until 3pm. A quick clean. Pack the car. In Oakleigh to tie up some loose ends by 6:30. I was ready to crash. And so I did. At the house of Pask. Thank goodness for primary school friends. I fell asleep to the dulcet tones of a thief in the night, and an upset coffee maker.

Final [breathe] Day [in] of [breathe] Holidays [out]:

Time for another film strip.

After wasting so much time on that beautifully cryptic explanation of today's events, I'm considering leaving you to ponder this (while I continue to hyperventilate at the less than 12 hours 'til work goes back). But I can imagine the pain that I would be in should a similarly boring friend tease me with clues about their day but not provide the riveting storyline to complete it.

1. I began the day with bacon and eggs. Yes. That's bacon and eggs. I love friends. Friends who cook, despite being up in time for McDonald's breakfast.

2. I couldn't even give this drawing a good attempt. Even drawing it freaked me out. It is the snake we found whilst taking a walk at a rest area on the way home. It could almost be the next frame too.... if you get my drift. Honestly I almost coulda shit myself. I have never been so irrationally afraid of something in my life - despite my thalassophobia. I grabbed the child and flung her out of the way (I had no words). But I continued to hold her, nails breaking skin, to the point where it was quite obvious I was using her as my protection. I spent the next three minutes crying, vomiting, and laughing at my own stupidity all at once.

3. Thankful to be home in my cold messy house, I thought it was about that time of year that the heater should be re-lit. It's not working. Dust. Cough. It's not working. Cough. Closer look. What the hell is wrong with it? Checks plug. Listens for sound of gas. Mmmm can't hear gas. But wait - is that the pilot light or not? BANG! No eyebrows.

And there ends my holiday goodness. Please Lord, create a rip in time and let us all wake up tomorrow in another set of holidays!