Sniffing It and Snuffing It

The Cheaper Half has been sick for the first time in 20 years.  No, he hasn't gone out and bought the new Bruce Springsteen album, nothing that serious, but physically thrown up - diced carrots, the works!  Suffering quite bad stomach cramps too, so I even allowed him control of the television remotes. See how indepth the caring is going on here!?  I'd forgotten how much pleasure others' suffering can be. But marital thick / thin,  better / worse, kinda stuff is included in the long run with directions on the side of the packet.

Anyhoo - as he was at 'death's door', just about to scrape his sole on old St. Pete's doormat, I thought I'd take his mind of his misery by doing a bit of laptop cemetery surfing. I never knew there was so much fun and adventure to pegging it.  Maybe there is something to this mortal coil malarkey after all!

He wants a headstone with fins, like these chaps:

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Some take their surname and turn it into solid matter:

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Big kudos for the one who thought this one up: 

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Then comes the bizzare,  WTF,  howd'ya  fathom this one out?:

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The thought behind this one is simply genius:

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If only this wasn't but a clever photoshop! How busy would this cemetery be?  Bring your own personal gaming device as a mark of respect and to carry on gobbling, too:

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But my favourite by far is this pet gravestone!  Now that's a cracking sense of humour!

 It really can be a funny old thing, shuffling off this mortal coil ..........but Get Well Soon nonetheless, hubbs..xXx


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Titty Bang Bang

I don't often feel sorry for myself - well actually I do - but that's because I'm the only female in the house!  As much as I take it for granted these days, I feel this time it is worth a moan. 


It was while I was having ding ding, round three, of my breast mammogram and biopsy - the nippiest bugger yet- that the nurses were alarmed at the bruising and injury to my left hand.  The story develops as thus:

Around a week ago, there were some plumbers in fixing our downstairs water heater. The thermostat had packed in and a new one was to be replaced. Sadly, as the house is fairly old - built in the fifties - the plumbing was a bit of a nightmare.  To access the right bit, the carpet and floorboards in my son's room had to be pulled back and up! 

 After the job was done (that was taking hours!) we said we would put back the carpet ect ourselves. What we didn't notice until it was too late was that the workers had shifted my younger sons' pyramid of weights and had them balanced on the folded back carpet. At my hubby's tug - the top two 'lightest' weights toppled and landed slam on the back of my hand and wrist. And over the process of a week here's a few developing pics!  Amazingly - nothing is broken.  Who says exercise was good for you!!

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