You know you're living in 2010 when...

...your mother and sister are in Uzbekistan and your 73 year old father rings you and says, 'I felt like some boiled eggs, then I realised I had no clue how to make them. So, I Googled it......'

Outstanding.

And on that note, I've got some work to be getting on with, back in a week.

Tootlepip!

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

Okay, I will stop stealing other people's discoveries, like small furry animals. And I promise I will start putting some thought into my posts, but I'm lazy and this is just too ridiculously good to ignore.

I found the sleepy kitty over at Popbitch.



Now, if you're thinking that the kitty cat scored an epic fail on finding a comfy bed, well, think again.



Proof that if you really want to sleep in a teacup, you can.

Particularly if you're a kitten.

Australia's Next Top Model...or not.

Evidence that,on some days, being Sarah Murdoch really does suck. (You'll need to watch it to the end, and if you don't know anything about this - I recommend you do as you're told).



Today I am really pleased I am me.

When I grow up I don't want to be Donatella Versace.

S0 I was over at Awful Plastic Surgery (as you do) and look what I found.

A really big reason to not go under the knife.

I know you may not believe me but.... these two people below really are the same person.

And there wasn't even a car crash involved. The only difference between the two is quite a number of invasive facial procedures and a small pile of years.

I have to say Donatella circa 1991 is a dead ringer for Martina Navratilova.

Donatella in the 21st century is just plain creepy. I bet her plastic surgeon loves her, though.

As well as the person who manufactures the poison for her lips. They've struck Donatella gold.

I think this is yet another example of my theory, 'The higher we evolve, the stupider we become'.

Warning: Do not watch this if you're feeling a little squirmy.

Or if you're about to eat.

Brother-in-law sent it to me and, while I was watching it, my appetite went straight to jail, it did not pass go and it most certainly did not collect $200.

So, naturally I'm sharing.

*Runs quickly out of the room*

I think it's the randomness of it that appeals to me.

This is one of the places part of the ceiling in my old office in Christchurch ended up after the earthquake......as well as all over the floor.

I want that cat's number....

...cause s/he's looking pretty accomplished in the art of making people feel better.



Just as long as those claws are filed to within an inch of their life, I am lining up behind Spot for my turn.