Ossim

I just sent two texts to mr t.

The first "I just bought the presets album. It's ossim".

I'm not sure what the presets' target audience is, but I'm guessing it's not a woman in her late 30's driving around in her banged-up Prius playing it at high volume to try and stop her somewhatr chubby toddler from falling asleep in the back seat (it didn't work, fwiw).

The second was "Patrick threw up in my hair at JB hi fi. Even more ossim".

He was toddling around the aisles removing things from their orderly presentation and sticking them back on shelves in random order, so I stuck him up on my shoulders, piggyback- style (he loves it, I get to stop him messing stuff up). And he threw up in my hair. The twelve year olds at the checkout looked at me like I was from Mars when I asked how much vomit there was in my hair. I suppose, again, a woman in her late thirties giving a toddler in red guitar hero pants a piggyback whilst buying a copy of the presets new album as well as a $5 "Immaculate Collection" with toddler spew in her hair is not something they are used to seeing.

I suppose I will give him chocolate, so it's all my own fault...

Naughty Grandad!

So I have been trying to think of some sort of ossim thing to put here for my 200th post. I can't. It'll just have to be a picture of naughty grandad tempting grandson with Boags Premium Light

I didn't get a shot of the face afterwards, but it was in this vein

hope youse all are well. I may just get time to visit yr blogs on Wednesday (my next 'day off').