You would think, after all this time, that I would understand that Otto really doesn’t speak – and that expecting her to say something on cue is futile. But I was pretty sad that there was no “Happy birthday” today, from her. After a stressful week, I felt that I could have done with a little pandering.
The rest of the day, though, was good. 🙂
Up early to get the kids to German school, I managed to get my blood test right first time. Well, it took three finger pricks, but at least it only needed one test strip today.
Brekkie was a small slice of pumpkin seed bread and a small slice of oat bran and honey bread, with cream cheese, avocado, tomato and cracked pepper. Mmmm 🙂
Pressies were (from Fraser) a book of covers of true crime books from 1924 through to 1969, interestingly with text in English, German and French. Fun! From the Bigster, there was The Time Traveller’s Guide to Medieval England: A Handbook for Visitors to the Fourteenth Century which is exactly what it sounds like – a book about 14th century England, written as a guide for time travellers. From Otto was Reading the OED, although she wouldn’t let me open it for hours because Fraser had not taken her to buy what SHE wanted to get me – a Dr Who book. I eventually settled her by promising that Daddy would take her to buy me something else that she could choose.
Those true crime books? They were originally known as “Dickstories”. So perhaps I should remove that last paragraph and announce that Fraser gave me a book of cover art for Dickstories. OMG I may not quite be 40, but I am still twelve on the inside.
Dropped Otto at German, then took the Bigster off to see our family doctor – she’s had a sore wrist since Tuesday and the doctor we saw Thursday night wanted her reviewed. Recommendation: Nurofen, and keep an eye on things. Then I had to fill the Dr in on what has been going on in my exciting life, because I needed a prescription for more test strips. I have a longer appointment on Friday for proper review, but meanwhile I can keep up with the daily testing (all fine, so far, except an abnormally low reading yesterday morning).
By the time I got home, the Rubbish guy was here – I’ve been stacking things under the carport, waiting for a big collection. We cleared it right out, making a nice area to sit or for the kids to play (Roll on late summer Barbecues!). Otto will appreciate all that concrete just waiting for her to draw on. The shed still needs to be cleaned out, but it’s on the way.
Fraser picked the girls up from German while I BSW’d with a friend. We spent the next half hour or so trying to trick them into going into the back garden to see if they would notice the changes. Amazingly, they both did – Otto was particularly impressed, and spent a constructive hour or so outside, playing with water – errrm, I mean, washing our deck chairs. (This was actually needed).
I walked Biggie round to the pharmacy to pick up my new test strips and her Nurofen, and got distracted on the way home. See, there’s a nail and waxing place opened just round the corner, and they have those huge massage armchairs for spa pedicures. And … well … I was weak. So I got to settle into this amazing massage armchair and let my feet soak in warm spa, then have a foot massage and have my toenails OMGPAINTED! When I went to choose a colour, there was only one choice – they had deep red polish, with red glitter all through it. And it was called Twinkle Toes.
How could I not?
OMG. Pedicures rock my world. This was my First Ever Pedicure. It will not be my last. 🙂
Having a daughter who is old enough to be sent home to collect thongs also rocks my world.
Errm, thongs? Well, Australian thongs? Also known as flip-flops or jandals. Not to be confused with underoos.
When I got home, I made them all admire my toes. In a bizarre coincidence, Fraser started calling me Twinkle Toes as I flitted around the house in my usual fairylike way. Hee! (I have an absurd soft spot for being called strane and adorable temporary nicknames)
Still working the low-GI thing, I made a big pot of bolognese sauce to freeze (and eat for lunch). Fraser caught sight of the amount of veggies I was smuggling into there and declared, “That’s not bolognese, it’s minestrone!” — it was good, though. I firmly believe that nutmeg is the Secret Ingredient that makes bolognese fabulous.
Dinner was OMGFABULOUS. Organic butterflied lamb in oregano and lemon, lots and lots of roast veggies and a little Brie to go with the pumpkin. Then low GI “sponge cake” which wasn’t too bad – I was dubious, as I found the recipe on the Internet and it talked about “egg yokes”. Basically, lots of the flour is replaced with ground nuts and it has some butter to lower the GI as well. It didn’t really rise, but next time I will make it the normal way that you make a sponge cake (whipping the egg whites properly, rather than just chucking them in with the flour and butter). Filled it with a mix of custard and cream, sprinkled with icing sugar and made some passionfruit icing because that’s the only way sponge cake should be eaten. Served myself a small piece with frozen raspberries on the side. Yum yum yum.
In the evening, we watched Casino Royale while I BSW’d with a couple more friends. Then it was suddenly Very Late and Time For Bed.
I turned on the outside light on the way, though, to admire the back yard. Brown grass and all.
So welcome to my year of celebration. I am Not 40, and I will be Not 40 all year.
And if that’s not worth celebrating, I don’t know what is.