I got very good mileage out of mixing the antibiotic with the water out of a tuna can, but we just weren't eating two cans of tuna a day for week.

Have not attempted the pantry in literally years.

I hate to think what that fake-butter stuff is by now. Even if it's entirely unchanged.

Cleaned the oven. Cleaned out the treat cupboard. Found some popcorn that expired in 2017.

Third straight day of rain. About to clean the oven out of sheer boredom.

It has just occurred to me that there is a significant chance that I have relations (descended from our mutual ancestors who arrived in 1855) who are members because they would be super into that shit.

Oh wow, mine did, and yet, they can still get super fucked.

Oh, no, except in comparison to all the rest of them

Imagine replacing Chris Luxon with Chris Bishop when Nicola Willis being evil but actually competent is Right There.

Yeah, I have no interest in a tsunami of butter chicken. A tsunami of rogan josh? I'm going to need a naan the size of Lake Taupō.

A picture of a rather dilapidated copy of "The picture of Dorian Gray" There is visible water damage to the cover and the plastic cover is yellowing. Obviously, not evident from the picture but there is a truly foul musty smell emanating from it!

Last week, a gentleman returned this rather dilapidated copy of this famous book to us after 50 years. He had found it in his attic!
Presumably this means there is a pristine copy somewhere in our libraries....

I am anxiously waiting for Susan to get home from work, in the Hutt, back to the Wairarapa before I text her all cool like I wasn’t actually worried

Not quite, but we do take coffee very seriously, whereas you will struggle to get a decent cup of tea.

One thing I notice with British village-cosy crime drama is that it looks and sounds just like home, and then there will be different birdsong.

I have a dear friend in the States who loves The Brokenwood Mysteries, and I often try to work out what kind of picture that is giving her of our country.

I love netball. It’s a great game. However. Two things that are really shitting me about it at the moment? Music playing in indoor stadiums during gameplay, and fucking tactical time outs.

The FBI Director, the DC US Attorney, and the Secretary of Defense walk into a bar.

Apparently like every day.

Just did my grocery shopping. The only meat at Woolworths Eastgate was chicken. I’d been stressed that mince was $30 a kg, but now there just isn’t any.

“That which yields is not always weak.”

Analysis: "I have the numbers" was the quote of the day from an embattled leader and Prime Minister, and one that may still come back to haunt him.

Moir says "embattled"!! TEAM WE HAVE AN "EMBATTLED" IN THE WILD #nzpol

I had to jump out of the way, and I still don't think they ever saw me.

Wow, that’s gorgeous

I once nearly got killed on a pedestrian crossing because a car pulled out and passed the car that had stopped to let me cross.

Oh god, now I really want to do that. Art nouveau fireplace tiles on my front porch steps. Goddamn.

OMG I just realised the Allbirds thing is reverse Shoe Event Horizon.

Um. I mean soft toy versions of the mascots, not the people in the costumes. That would be different.

Sure, you use the razor to shave splinters off the Weet-bik, use the lighter, you're all good.

So yesterday Karl and I were talking about the Crusaders not being able to have their horses any more, and I think I've come up with a very creative solution.

Greyhounds.

Soon-to-be unemployed greyhounds. You put the opposing team's mascot on the rabbit thing, they chase it and rip it to bits.

Or shave with your breakfast

Yeah, we've always used weet-bik.

*sigh* Hello, apparently today it's my turn to be all, "Yes, I said something political, but it was about Aotearoa/New Zealand, the country where I live, not the US. People exist outside of your country."