Many many things eternal

The Owl is back and is already pulling hairs outta her head. So if I'm sick, you know why (it's cos she keeps sneezing at me!!!).

Today's lunch has been mostly uneventful, except that Chris wasn't with us, hence uneventful. Jared has had tuna and rice again and kept talking about a massive t-bone steak he's vacuumed up his left nostril on the weekend. I think his right one had to clean the bone and the leftover fish from Kate's plate.

Jane has had a massive piece of bread with some tuna (of cos!) in the middle, followed up by another gigantic piece of bread and kept complaining how big it was. Jared could have had two of those and wouldn't even feel it hit his stomach.

Tony was unusually quiet, until someone has mentioned the word BBQ.

Tony: "I've got a new BBQ this weekend and next week we will have a barbecue party."
Jared suddenly awake and chewing: "BBQ? 4 burner or a 6 burner. Ouch!", as I gave him a sharp jab in the ribs.
Tony: "Is it one of those things you turn?", mentally calculating stuff on his fingers. "one, two, three... It has three! Plus a little side thing that you can burn stuff on"
I'm quietly eating my cold pasta salad, while giving Jared a stare: "See?"

Then we went into a whole lot of advices on how to prepare your barbie (ugh, an ugly word that kiwis have invented) for the first time use, rub some onion, then some more onion, then burn a piece of meat to give it that juice and prepare you for endless tears for when you actually do burn your meat, but of course you can always blame those tears on that onion. Aha! Now i know what those onions is really for. I think Tony has managed to fit such words as "um", "uhum", "mm" into our conversation.

We gave him a few recipes to think about over a weekend, so let's see who gets food poisoning next week.

And then Chris showed up and ruined it all by taking Tony with him to the bank. Cos who else would hold his hand while crossing the street? Or Tony is probably acting as a translator for Chris, cos he kept mumbling "someing bout he morage in de back" which sounded suspiciously close to "hemorrhage in the back" and after about 4 repeats it turned into the mortgage in the bank. So hopefully Tony knows where to take him.

but it's back to normal now and waiting for The Owl to start preaching..., pardon, teaching me again on the wonders of flowchart in a campaign full of sh.. - sessions.

Please forgive me oh wise owl for being cynical, I just haven't fully enjoyed my 6 cups of espresso this morning and i promise I'd be nicer after my 3x3 espresso load.

The Great Olde One is to meet with me at 4, so better be sharp as an output file.