Money for marmalade

So work has truly turned into the last week of uni when all your assignments are due at once and I’m at the point where every moment I don’t do stuff heightens my anxiety, so I’m just taking a quick break before I really put my head down.

So while I generously sorted out my sisters computer issues, and she was busy telling me off for fighting with my boyfriend


we somehow got on the topic of wrinkle cream and apparently the only fight she ever has with her boyfriend is a reoccurring battle each night when she tries to put wrinkle cream on his eyes. Now you’d think she meant that he doesn’t like her putting stuff on his face, or maybe he finds it hurtful that she wants to change him, but no, actually the argument is over the fact that he wants her to put it on one eye only, so in 50 years time he can say “I told you it doesn’t work”


Meanwhile, K’s wedding invitation making project is going very well, with all 83 invites bejewelled and ready to go (a special thanks here to Barter for sticking on all those jewels so carefully), apart from the fact that I can’t send them out until I have the gift registry sorted which is apparently not an easy job, K went to Myer to make her ‘suggestion list’ and only found six items in the whole store to put on it. Far out, who would have thought that would be the hard bit?

In other news..

M has been talking to Puffa from the north territory again, apparently she was trying to sell him a deal by telling him it was ‘Money for jam puffa, it’s money for jam’ and all he could say back was ‘M, it’s not money for jam, it’s money for marmalade is what it is’ and it was then that she realised how much she missed her old territory.  ¶ 11:42 AM