Why is it cats feel the intense need to sit on the bed when you are trying to put fresh sheets on said bed?? And more importantly, why am I such a pushover that I actually say to them, "I'll come back in ten minutes and finish making the bed when you're done trying out for a spread in PlayCat"?
On Sunday we were coming home from work and there were two kangeroos in the middle of the road. We could see them from a fair distance, so Mick - who was driving - proceeded to honk the horn many many times to get the 'roos attention so they would move. They would not move. Eventually, with about 100 metres to spare the smallest roo saw us, and hopped smartly out of the way. The big roo noticed the small one move, looked up, saw us and did a360 to get out of the way. Apparently the road was slippery and the big roo tripped over it's own feet. We laughed at it's un-gracefulness. And as a plus, we didn't run over either of them.
There's just something funny about a kangaroo falling over. It shouldn't be, but it is.
In an hour I will be off to the city so people can look at my large brain, and tell me it's working. Since this time around I know how good my brain is I have no qualms at all about this. But stilll; luck wishing wouldn't go astray either.
And one last thing: I am a bad Australian. I couldn't remember how to spell kangaroo. I keep thinking it should be an 'e' instead of an 'a'.