It's Tuesday

We unpacked a whole lot of stuff today. It was pretty cool, busting out our Doulton, crystal, kitcheny stuff (well, some of it anyways), and a few other odds and ends. It reminded me that I'm growing up. Which scared me as well, but there's simply no denying it. We're now about three months away from Pim (Erika's dad) leaving on his trip. I'm torn between being excited for him and us, as we all begin new phases of our lives, nervous about if we can make it (the reality is we're not exactly swimming in cash), and also quite jelous. It's a very unusual feeling. We're getting mroe of our stuff put out, as the time Pim will be away continues to get longer. We could now be at his place for up to three years. I wonder what I'll be like in three years. What will I be doing? What will my concerns be? What will my hair look like? Jokes aside, three years is both not much time at all, and quite a bit.

Erika is playing the SiMs. It was her Christmas present. Sometimes it would be nice if life were like the SiMs, but then, most of the time it wouldn't. WTF am I talking about here. This doesn't make any sense. I guess I could delete it, but I'm not going to. Erika is pretty good at the SiMs though. Although she did just try to make a cat sit and stay. Hhhmmmmm, apparently it didn't mind. Let me say, Erika is awesome. Just spending time listening to her commentate on her game is too funny. She makes me laugh at the most ridiculous things, but they all seem so funny. Plus she makes up random songs about whatever happens to be going on at the minute. It's really nice being married to her.

Did you know that the sound of the lasers in Star Wars were really tensioned cables being hit by wrenches (spanners for all the brits out there)?

I got a snooker cue for Christmas, cause I've got the best friend ever.

Those last two thoughts were kind of random, so I think I'm done for the night, BUT
*sneaky preveiw of my next post*:::::
Pictures of some ink I've managed to get stuck under the skin on my leg.