It's a bugs life

The best part of the footy is the hot dog.

Is Don, is Good.

We schlepped it to Etihad on Friday night to watch Richmond vs St Kilda.

I don’t barrack for either teams, but The Husband goes for Richmond and is still trying to convince me to swap. 

It will never happen sonny.

I enjoyed the first quarter and then kind of napped through the second and third, with wake up breaks for food. I came alive during the fourth quarter which was close and a close game is a good game.

Thank goodness Richmond won, not only so I could fist pump and yell “YELLOW AND BLACK” like a toothless supporter, but also so that I wouldn’t have to deal with The Husband moping and licking his wounds.

Three little tackers, presumably players kids, ran out with the team and they were just too adorable. 

Winter is upon us and I don’t think that this scarf is going to cut the mustard. 

My sister Cat sent me these awesome red jelly sandals, perfect for Bali in a few months I say! 

Snapped this shot of Melbourne over the Yarra on Thursday night and felt like the biggest tool ever. 

Embraced my curls.

Affectionately referred to as Rats Tails by my mum. 

Now more like piggy tails.

Desperate for this ottoman. 

Discovered that if I go to bed full clothed with a hot water bottle, I am destined to wake up completely clothesless.

Shared some macarons with The Husband. We eat half and then pass it on because sharing is caring.

Or are they macaroons? I have no idea.

Strawberry and Cream

Salted Caramel

Raspberry

French Vanilla 

Had time to kill on Saturday, polka dot attacked my nails.

Used a bobby pin and it only took me 5 minutes so ordered a pizza and went to bed early as was so bored.

Wore too many stripes. 

Ohhed and Aahhhed at the cuteness whilst reading Jubilee stuff.

Speaking of cuteness, here is the mother load!! 

Thomas

Henry

Raina

Whilst recovering from the cuteness of the above children that I do so love, I shopped for some peanut butter and decided to get this as it was on sale.

Don’t love it like I do my trusty Kraft, but at least I wont eat a tub within a week, with a spoon, at my work desk. Blessing in disguise I suppose you could say.

Short and sweet post.