Hello! And welcome! Mostly...

Here are some glimpses at the life of my animals here in MalaLand.

Pampered aren't they?

We all missed him it seems.

I added some champagne cognac to the fruit mixture. It tastes damn fine too.

Wanna slice?

There is something to be said for fresh flowers.

Every second week, Mr and I pickup a bouquet of fresh flowers that are plonked into several vases around the house.

I pass them a gazillion times a day and loves to look at them. Kinda brings me closer to nature in a daft, roundabout way and especially during the cooler and downright cold weather!

I am trying verrrrrrrrrrrrry hard not to swear on my blog but in real life my mouth is a naughty one.

Surely there are other words in the English language that would make my point and yet I default to the sweary ones.

Pfft!

Obviously, I need to be retrained, reprogrammed, rewired or something!

Or do I?

I am a fast typer.

No doubt.

But.....I do not type 'properly' as I taught myself how to type and my fingers go wonky every now and again so my spelling is crap but I get the job done.

I look at the keyboard and glance up every now and again at the words on the screen.

Mr is a proper typer and types looking at the computer screen.

*impressed*

One day I will learn how to properly type and that will be around the same time I grow up which will be never!

Ta da!

The stoooopidest, silliest giftee I asked Santa for was a pony!

The look on Santa's face when my request reached his ears was priceless. Even as a young child, I knew that I had asked for something unreasonable.

After a brief hesitation, he gently advised that a pony might not fit in his sleigh and suggested I ask for something else.

The stories that Santa must hear!

What....

....is going through this fellow's wee brain?

Or is it just a big, old vacuous place?

Thoughts?

Does he have them?

Surely he must...

Obviously, I am a high flyer *coughs* but most week nights I hit the Mala sack between 10-10:30pm, play a little DS gaming and then lights out waaaay before 12am.

Last weekend saw me going to bed even earlier than that!

I must be getting mellow in my old age which is not old. I needs my beauty sleep and considering when I bolt out of bed during the week (6am) and on the weekends (7am), my body screams to go to bed at the time that it does.

*yawns*

I needs a cup of java.

I used to work with a lady that would spend all week working her butt off and then go home on Friday night and do all of her housework so she could have both Saturday and Sunday free.

Try as I might, I simply can't get IT together to do that. I just don't have the oomph to take that on after working all week.

So I spend most of Saturday doing all those evil but necessary chores. But Sundays are set aside for me to kick back and relax. As best as one can in a Mala house.

Kisses!