Good times

Not much to write about this week. Been busy, happy, nothing to moan about, no angst to speak of. Here is an overview:

The latest I got to work this week: 9.45am.
The worst thing I ate this week: cold baked bean sandwich.
The best thing I ate this week: roast vegie and feta sandwich. What's with all the sandwiches?
Stupidest things I did this week: left the house for work and didn't close front door. Came home to House Wide Open and stealthed inside to do quick check of AV equipment, wine stash and laptop - all in place. Rapists, murderers and crackheads - nowhere to be seen. Thank you Karma bank, I owe you a massive deposit!
Worst conversation overheard this week: stupid workmates talking about kids wetting the bed. One bought their kid a "wee detector" that sets off an alarm in it's little ear if it starts to pee while sleeping. Wanted to fight them and made mental note to never be a mother for having to deal with this kind of shit.
Cutest thing I saw this week: 2 little kids walking to school, a boy and his bigger sister. She was reading him a story as they strolled. Made mental note to self that children are not all evil and to practise reading books while walking.
Biggest tool of the week: Me. See above re: possible home invasion.
Biggest hottie of the week: Hayslayer. Thank god am going to Melbourne tomorrow!

So that's about it. Life is good and I hope it is for my readership of 7 strong. You know who you are.