Ok now this is really boring me.

I'm bored of being bored. Seriously. I think I'll put some pics here of cute animals. Here we go:

(I didn't eat any, promise!)

(Any chance of another cup of tea?)

Honestly I prefer dogs, so...

(Thanks for the lift)

(Santa Claws is coming to town...)

(This redefines the hotdog...)

How about some horses?

(Ok, so horses aren't that cute. They have to have a dog riding them to get on here.)

These are just various ones, enjoy!

(That teddy must be seriously small, wonder who made it...?)

(It's the duck we're looking at people!)

(Yes, it's a skunk, but it's cute. Just remember to hold your nose...)

(Who's up for a game?)

(ZOMG, aliens have arrived!)

Well that's all, coz I'm getting bored of this too. Bye!

Spraining something that you didn't actually sprain...

Ok, so here's the deal. My Mum, probably to p*ss me off took me to the hospital coz my wrist hurt when I lifted those-big-heavy-boards-which-must-weigh-at-least-10kg-or-somethin'-crazy-like-that. Sounds nice right? Wrong, she (yes the cat's mother) hoped that I'd get and injection. (for what?) I didn't. In my house, that's life. Even though when I sprained my ankle really badly like-ZOMG-I-can-hardly-walk-with-this-sh*t type badly, she wouldn't take me to the hospital. It still hurts, my hand, nothing. I'm typing with it as you can probably tell. 


The only good thing that came out of this is that I didn't have to unload or load the car, like I usually would when we do the market or as I like to call it the-highly-excruciating-way-to-knacker-your-daughter-while-not-doing-anything-yourself. And then she says I didn't do anything (just coz and went off for half an hour petting some puppies). Oh well that's life, by tomorrow I'll probably have sprained my other foot/leg/wrist/neck(gulp...)/etc...