Beefcake’s keyboard has a dreadful action that I loathe and it is larger than mine in order to accomodate his dinner plate hands. I keep hitting the enter key by accident and it is making typing this a complete chore.

So.

Bullet points:

• Move went well, although I have never been more exhausted or sore or swollen pelvised in my life. We shall never move again.
• The new house is slightly more in need of renovation than we had deluded ourselves into believing but it is still lovely and more importantly, it is ours.
• The new house desperately needs a kitchen. The current kitchen consists of two cupboards, a sink and a manky old stove. No benches, no other cupboards. Nothing. We had the ultimate day of shopping high yesterday and purchased super special, very swanky oven, rangehood and dishwasher as well as new kitchen from large Swedish flat-pack icon. Much money was spent. This was quite scary but all in all we are very excited.
• We must now prepare the room and install the kitchen before Beefcake’s leave ends. He returns to work on Monday. We may have our heads up our arses.
• The plumber told us that he would come towards the end of the week to do the plumbing work that needs to be done before we can install the kitchen. We are now both paranoid that he meant next week, which would be an absolute disaster.
• We have no connection for the washing machine either, it really would be a disaster.
• We are okay with DIY. We have renovated two other houses. We do tend to fly by the seat of our pants though**. Pray to the gods of DIY and renovations.
• Pudding was so bored when we were very busy this afternoon that he decided to copy the dog and poo in the back yard. He ran the idea past Beefcake first but was not deterred by being told “no”. I was not best pleased.
• The dog was confused by her new doggy door for the first 24 hours and peed in the house as well as whimpering by our bedroom door that she was busting to go outside at 6am. I was not best pleased.

* Beefcake needed to “chase” channels into the walls to conceal electrical cabling. He did this with an angle grinder. He did not take appopriate steps to protect the contents of the back part of the house from brick dust. It took us four hours to clean up all the gritty red clay dust. Dish pan hands have a new poster girl.

** By fly by the seat of our pants I mean we laugh at the thought of stupid things like planning for prevention of billowing clouds of bright red dust filling the house.

When you wake up in the morning and discover that your website, which you’ve only been using for a few days,  has been broken for 51/2 hours overnight but you didn’t know because the monitoring system your nerdy husband set up sends him text messages if your site’s broken and he switched his phone to silent and you’re really pissy but you have to be reasonably civil to him so that he will fix your website.

That’s annoying.

Hopefully the problem will be fixed today so that this doesn’t keep happening.

How embarrassing.

How awesome is that!

And we didn’t have to pay.

I’m actually pretty impressed with the service.

I think this is all the energy I’m gonna have for NaBloPoMo today though.

No news about my Pa yet.

However, my laptop, which is less than 3 weeks old, died this afternoon.

I am not in a good mood.

The bastard of a thing no longer takes charge on board. It’s not the cord and it’s not the battery. It looks like it’s the socket.

I have to take it in tomorrow and I think it’ll probably be several weeks before I get it back.

I know it’s not the end of the world but it’s pretty annoying.

Grrrrrrrrrr.

Edited to add: We have now realised that Pudding dropped the laptop, whilst it was plugged in earlier today, snapping part of the internal socket. This means that we will have to pay to have it fixed. This also means that it is really my fault for leaving it somewhere unsafe.

Grrrrrrrrrrr.

He works odd hours because he works for a company in a waaaaaaaaay different timezone.

Often, especially in the evenings when the kids aren’t annoying us (hehe), we sit in separate rooms of the house (alright, often it’s the same room) and chat to each other through an instant messenger thingy. Cos, you know, he’s working, and I’m in the process of being transformed into ‘Wife of Ubernerd’, the ultimate in nerdy accessories.

So, this messagey thing has emoticons that you can use. They are all reasonably self-explanatory, except for this:

Now, it may have been due the fact that by last night I had been a bit feverish for three days (fever has subsided now, thanks for the nice comments), but last night, when I found this and began sending it to Beefcake (in another room cos I was in bed), I was quite sure that the only explanation for it was “Platehead”.

I thought it was hilarious. I pissed myself for a couple of minutes about this. Then it dawned on me. It’s meant to be a halo. It’s not “Platehead”, it’s “Angel” (shutup).

I like Platehead better.

Oh well, fixed now.

Hehe.