Wagging Away

So, apparently, writer's block is a thing of the past... This is January, just past the "season" during which we all greet each other (ever seen a hallmark card?) and that bane of my existence: give gifts to everyone. Now, let me place my usual disclaimer in place... I like gifts: I like getting them, I like giving them, I like opening them and mostly I like using them (my friends thankfully have good taste!). But there's a limit and the Christmas/NY season really is the last straw...And when one has a kid of about 3 forbid the thought... Christmas and Ny can continue into July!!! And september and October... Gone are the days, when one could just pop by to a friend and sometimes get a present just to say how great they were...Having D-Poo has introduced me to the world of giving presents just because you have to... Presents when you go to see someone...Presents for a birthday, presents for guests for coming to a birthday, presents when they give something for D-Poo.

and I must answer the call... to blog about that wonderful world of cinema... So heres the news, Jr B to marry Ash! To those who preted not to know of such matters, hence from this world... Can you imagine the handsome couple? And, oh, the babies they'd produce... good competition for Shiloh Jolie Pitt!!! What astounded me was a little tidbit that slipped into the news.. that SHE was manglik !!! and this matters (well, it's supposed to kill someone so in some convoluted way it does I guess) !!! in the world where nothing is real and make-up can take away decades, she is manglik... and didn't have the sense to fire her astrologer!!! And this matters to educated well-off people who really shouldn't care.. or did devdas die a death in vain after all? oh well, I'm still thinking of their baby!!! very cute!!!

So today was one of those days with D-Poo... when I think she's a little tiny monster solely created to drive me up the wall... spitting her non-likeable chicken satay into my food was the last straw (seriously, I'm even vegetarian!!!)...I finally blew my top at her and a spanking would not have been out of place I am convinced... better people than me have been ticked off by less I fancy... and so I let it rip... I pretty much told her off, suggested she was a hooligan for behaving this way, swore to never love her as much I had and decided to glare at her... at which point of course, she dissolved into tears, and screamed and then I patted her and fed her some more... so what, you ask? where's the story going you say? Well, actually not much farther cos I was truly mad... short on sleep, stuck with the late shift at work... and then I said "sorry kanna, didn't mean to shout at you" sort of the way I always do ... And she turns around and says: "It's