I said Brrrr, It's Cold In Here

Bonus points to you if you recognised the post title from Bring It On. I award you the chick flick trophy. It has a statue of Sandra Bullock falling down a flight of stairs while simultaneously running across town to tell her leading man that she loves him while bemoaning her single life to her quirky best friend. Quite a complicated design.

It is chilly here. Not arctic Canberra chilly but still... chilly. I am typing on the floor in front of the heater. Tiny J is napping near me. We've had a brilliant morning watching Gentlemen Prefer Blondes together. Well, I watched it. He crawled around banging things and shouting, "Arga-warga-arga-wah!". Which is okay because I do the same thing when G watches Ice Road Truckers. Then he head-butted me in the nose when I picked him up (Tiny J that is, not G). It hurt. There were tears. I had to put Tiny J on the couch and hold him there with one hand while I writhed in agony. All fine now buy, oh man, ouch. Last week he head-butted me in the throat and I thought I was going to die. They never show this stuff on the Huggies ads.

I'm hoping I can persuade G to spend the day at home with the fire on. Yesterday we watched an entire dvd of Tour de France highlights so I kind of feel like he owes me. I even hung around and asked interested questions instead of just lapsing into a boredom-induced coma. I know. I'm pretty fantastic.

I'm also going to give this coconut bread from Seven Cherubs a go. It looks fantastic. And it's bread, right? And therefore good for you? This is what I'm going to keep on telling myself when I scoff it down.

Happy Sunday to all!