Rotund crab monkey

Today at the post office, Jake saw the father of one of his childhood friends. So they were chatting, I was introduced, and the guy says "so how are you… happily married obviously…"

and then EVERY SINGLE CUSTOMER AT THE POST OFFICE turned around and said something along the lines of "oh yes, they are always smiling when they are out walking"

Was such a creepy-cool moment. We know NONE of those other people. I haven’t felt celebrity-esque in this town since I came to visit Jake.

We were at the post office because I had packages. Socks from a lovely OD friend (YAY SOCKS! One pair has snowflakes and the other has penguins skiing! I can wear those socks with my penguin-skiing pj pants and be totally cool!) and a giant box from amazon. I found I can get milo, and because I had a bunch of gift cards it didn’t cost anything. And I needed milo. Every evening at about 9pm (milo time! or if you are Jake… keppra time!) I grab my cup and spoon and then get disappointed because there is no milo, only hot cocoa powder, so I need the mug not the cup. But tonight I don’t have to get sad YAY! It came in a ridiculous sized box, when I opened it it was more than half full of those air packet things. Silly.

*edit*  I guess Milo is different here. This was made in switzerland and it was… just like crunchy quik. Not at all delicious like the aussie-made stuff.

When chopping sweet potatoes for dinner (sweet potato soup. So good. So exceptionally easy.) I managed to chop my finger. First time actually making myself bleed, and I hit my fingers with knives quite often when preparing dinner. It’s just a little wound on the tip of my finger, but it looks really gross. It’s also annoying because it is on a typing finger so I feel weird right now. That’s why sometimes my capitals are missing, or I have typos. I’m trying to catch them all but it’s hard. I’m typing weird.