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Trish Pincushion is the bestest everer. Bestest what? Just the bestest.

It’s thanks to her we can now have fights at breakfast and dessert time ’cause we now have a red light saber spoon.

Trish, we love you!

I’m on top of my tipping competition, by myself!

As it’s my competition I’m wondering if I can call it over now and declare myself the winner? It may be wise as the Tiges have three of the next four games against quality opposition and it’s at this stage of the season we’ve fallen away the last few years as we begin to travel interstate.

Nah, stuff it. I’ll have faith in my boys and their ability to keep me up.

Is there any fear to compare to that which accompanies the realisation you may have accidentally been telling the tax department an untruth for three years? If there is, I don’t want to know about it.

I swear I can cope with any department or bureaucracy except for the ATO (maybe they should follow Australia Post’s model and just start calling themselves ‘Tax’). I’ve a good head for numbers but, and this is a bad thing ’cause I run my own business, I swear I will never understand how this taxation system works. That’s one reason I have my accountant and thankfully a call to them reduced my blood pressure to normal levels as I hadn’t been as stupid as I thought.

Upshot is I now have a new business name with a grand unveiling coming soon.

It must be me, there’s no other reasonable explanation for why now two of my babies are in/on their way to Gadget Hospital.

I’ve already moaned about my iPod being in Apple Hospital, now my phone is on its way to Nokia Hospital and I will be without it for 5-10 business days (which equate to about 1.4 normal days). I’m having the same problem with my Nokia 6230, it won’t hold a charge past 2 days, and as I was shunted around so much in the 14 day ‘replace it no questions asked if it’s a lemon’ period they (being Optus World) now have to send it off for assessment. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

(Update – put my sim card in my old Nokia that hasn’t been near a charger in six weeks. It hadn’t lost one bar on the power indicator over this time).

We have several ghosts in this house.

1. The one that knocks the shampoo bottles off the shelf in the shower.
2. The one that has made the sun room smell like sesame oil.
3. The one that makes an electronic beeping sound somewhere under that pile of paper, just over there.
4. The one that lives in the light above the kitchen table that the cats stare at for hours on end.

We’re learning to live with them all.

I just checked the Apple support site. My baby has been received and now I’m just waiting for the diagnosis.

I hope they fix her and send her back soon. I miss my iPod and I’ve got the latest Bruce Springsteen (Devils and Dust) and Ben Lee to add to her.

Thomas, big brave cat who hasn’t wanted to sleep on our bed for the past few months, what does he do as soon as the temperature finally dips? This morning the three (okay, three and a half of us) were all fighting for the doona and the middle of the bed. Musn’t have been too cold though ’cause Bella slept on my office chair.

Can’t wait for those two cat nights to kick in soon.

And for one brief week I stand on top of the leaderboard with fellow Tiger Catboy in my footy tipping competition.

I’ll savour this moment as it has never happened before and may never happen again.

Today’s game was magnificent. Matthew Richardson’s 200th game where we came from 28 points down 10 minutes in to the second quarter to run all over Port. Last year’s wooden spooners humbling last year’s Premiers. We roared, we sang, we clapped and floated on home.

I’ve also just finished watching episode 6 of the new Doctor Who – Dalek. It was stunning and the best thing was Phee watched it clutching on to her uncle and through her fingers.

Who could ask for more?