Attacked by petit filous
This morning I was visiously assaulted (read spatterings of yoghurt) by an innocuos petit filou pot. I always forget that one should ease the top off as oppose to yanking it cause then you and whatever is in the surrounding area ending up like something yer wan from CSI should look at and go “here we say where the first attack occured, by the tracjectory of the yoghurt she didn’t stand a chance”. Or something. Perhaps the tiredness is getting to me. My major project is winding down thank god, from what seemed like a straight forward website has grown into a monster. Its been quite the learned expierence, I can feel my brain is as worked out as the boday at the moment with so much information swimming around in it. I hope it stays there, there’s nothing worse then wandering along the road and bits of html and jquery falling out of your head 
It can get messy for everyone.
As a result of the workload I missed my double class last night so I shall be heading with the kid this evening and we might stay for syllabus class as well. I am faily confident of learning all the movements for my next belt. Not so confident on the double kicks. What makes no sense in my head is that I can kick to the body and to the head seperatly but not at the same time. Think its the rechamering of the leg or something. Practice, practice, practice and then I to shall have a montage. I need a song though. Something about ass kicking.
The weekend invovled more work and IKEA. Have I mentioned how much I love that place? We need to start preparing the kid’s room for her moving back in full time when, hopefully, she gets an offer for art college. Its going to be an adjustment but she’s a lot more mature these days. Did I ever think I’d see the day? She actually wants to come bridal wear shopping with me. Now when I see bridal wear, I don’t mean I am
going to look like Princess Di for my civil partnership but I do want a nice white dress. For selling out like. Here’s the deal, I respect your believes and rights to your opinion , why don’t you respect mine? If I want to get some sort of protection for myself and my partner what is so wrong with that. Half measures me ass. </rant> Back to bride’s dresses. I want to avoid going into an actual bridal because they scare me. So if I can find a department store or somewhere where I won’t be attacked by helpful women it would be great.
