Break in transmission

Um, I can't get my camera to work. Damn! I have photos of the bunny rabbits WITH heads on. Hopefully it'll be fully functional tomorrow.

It was another booming day in the shop. God I'm having such fun there. I am a little worried that I will come out of four weeks of full-time work with NO money though... I want to buy everything in the shop myself. Every single thing. Actually, funny story, a woman was in the shop looking for a gift for a newborn and I was showing her different options. After about 5 minutes of showing her absolutely every single thing (she was hard to please), she looked at me and said 'you're very excited about this'. Hahahaha! Yes, I am very excited by super cute teeny tiny baby things. Thanks for noticing. Now buy something very expensive and really make my day.

Talking of exciting things, follow this link to see my darling partner Jules on telly this morning. He's the one in the black t-shirt printed with what could be mistaken for green breasts, but what is actually two wine glasses.

Ouch. Brain hurts.

Tired. First day full-time at shop. Full sentences too much. Must sleep.

(Just remembered - watch Sunrise on channel 3 tomorrow morning at 8.45am to see my darling Jules taking about wine. Go Jules!).

3 Paragraphs including 7 poems. Yes, I'm feeling cryptic tonight.

Whew! It's been a busy old day today. We popped down to Dunedin to have cuddles with Aurie, the son of some of our best Wellington friends. He was so little and cute, I had to stop myself from eating him.

I also managed to get to 7 Poems, an exhibition of Colin McCahon at the Dunedin Public Art Gallery. Wonderful!

As of tomorrow morning, I'm going to be looking after The Frog Prince while Dagmar, the owner, is in Europe. Wooohhooo! All the fun of being surrounded by pretty, pretty things all day and pretending I own a shop without the responsibility of paying the bills. This means you can expect me to up-sell myself by using words like 'embedded' when I am slacking off and posting from the shop. Actually, I should find out if Dagmar reads my blog...