Hank and Gigi

Our pug guests....

Last night I downloaded over 700 photos from my camera

Prepare for an onslaught of posts with photos...

Our new fridge

It's just arrived. I'm waiting for it to cool down so I can start unloading the assorted eskies and bar fridge our kind friends loaned us when the old one gave up on Wednesday.

This one takes up more room than the old one. I bought the old one when I was single and had just left home. We really needed a bigger one, but the fridge space in our current home is a bit on the small side. Access to our house is also difficult. We have steps that turn a corner on the way up. We have discovered this is not good for large appliances like fridges. The alternative access is bit of a cross country route up a straight flight of stairs and around our swimming pool (including two pool gates). I'd forgotten to measure the width of those when I was checking out fridge sizes yesterday. It just fitted through the smaller one.

I've already managed to drop one of the food caddy/shelf things from inside the door onto the wooden floor so the edge of it is now chipped. Fortunately not too noticeable, but it was sad to see it lose its brand-new perfection so soon.

Our fridge just died

After 16 years and 7 moves (maybe more, have lost track of how many times it's been shifted....it even got lost on one of them).

Inconvenient.

But I guess it's had a pretty good life.

We're dog-sitting

Our friends' two pugs are staying with us this week. They arrived last night.

So far, they've been getting quite excited when approached by anyone so it's been hard to get a good photo of them. Hopefully later in the week they might calm down so I can get a few shots of the kids with them.

Everyone in our house is also pretty excited about them being here. Well, except for one person, who is showing dissent by refusing to come out of their room or get off the couch if the dogs are inside.

Sigh. I was hoping this could be a kind of trial run to work out whether we might be able to manage a dog as a more permanent pet in the future. Hoping the dissenter might come on board by the end of the week.

What's it called?

Most of us know this as a trampoline. Our three year old calls it a "jumping machine." We were having morning tea at a friend's house this morning and it was rather amusing listening to her telling her little friend whose turn it was to go on the jumping machine.

I did correct her a couple of times. And then I just thought, well, it's cute. And she'll work out what it's really called sooner or later anyway. Until then, it can be one of those cute toddler things to remember later. Hence this post, since I'm pretty sure I won't remember to write it down anywhere else.

Nothing much happening here...

...although I did find this rather funny blog called Removies. It consists of movie posters that have been rewritten with one letter removed. There aren't many of them yet, but the ones that are there are pretty funny.

Like these:

Another person with a bit too much time on their hands, methinks....