Unlike that Austrian winter, today it's sunny and bloody lovely outside so I wouldn't entertain any 'adventure' complaints, and didn't we have a fun outing? We found out our suburb has Australia's largest weekly bicycle auction. Who knew?
As a community we harbour escapee balloons, saving them from certain high-altitude death:
We are the victims of nutbars from Burleigh Heads (where?) posting massive signs that make no grammatical or metaphysical sense:
We are a suburb of random pot plants under random trees:
We are also the suburb with Australia's loveliest shop that sells both (and only) textiles and classic bikes. Usually my nose is pressed against the glass but I couldn't do that and hold the camera.
Could this day get any better? What did you do today?
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textiles and bicycles - of course - it's so logical - i want the bike with the basket please
the potplant under the tree was awesome
I always wanted to take photographs of the hubcaps that always seemed to end up in such improbable places when I was living in Brisbane - but I didn't have a camera at the time.
and the random sets of pants presumably tossed from a moving car?
I reckon we should organise a raid for the bikes, Sam. Just picture us, pedalling away furiously with our little baskets bouncing out the front, crying out "weeeeeeeee!" as we sailed around corners and down hills. Ah, happy days.
Random pants? As in trousers or undies? Either would be photo-worthy.
funnily, i've only ever seen trousers
That makes sense, Sam. That's because everyone saves their undies to throw at Augie March!
I went to a poetry book launch with a big tray of cheese straws. But I got the time wrong and I was 45 minutes late
Squib does it still count as a win if you missed the poetry but still got to eat the cheese straws?
Not this time. The poetry was fabbo. Besides, I'd already eaten the not quite perfect straws before I left :)
Wait, wait.
I'm confused now.
Was a big tray of cheese straws provided at the launch or did you bring a big tray of cheese straws to the launch?
Or, Ramon, was Squib accompanied to the launch by a big tray of cheese straws? A poetry-loving, Squib-befriending tray of cheese straws?
Good point Kettle.
Either way, I demand an answer.
I MADE the cheese straws and TOOK only the best ones to the launch ON A TRAY, peoples
I like Kettle's scenario better.
all this talk of cheese straws has made me feel ravenous.
and not a bloody cheese straw in sight!
That's because Squib ate them all on the way to the poetry reading. No wait, maybe she was accompanied to a poetry reading by a poetry-loving, Squib-befriending big tray of cheese straws. No wait! I think I've got it now. A poetry-loving, Squib befriending tray of cheese straws took Squib to a poetry reading on a tray. But only the best Squibs (having already eaten the sub-standard Squibs at home).
Squib, is that right?
Stop saying "cheese straws" in there.
I don't want to complicate matters, but there were stuffed olives with the straws
Au contraire, Squib, that clarifies the situation. So a posse of stuffed olives accompanied their friends, who happen to be perfectly formed cheese straws, to a poetry reading to which they took, between them, a tray of neatly arranged Squibs.
Is that what you meant?
And Ramon, by way of apology for these additional 'cheese straws', please accept the following two olive branches (home, of course, of the aforementioned stuffed olive posse):
Chump.
Mammoth.
Thanks Kettle.
I feel much better now.
were they spicy stuffed olives?
with chilli?
What say you, Squib? We wait with (cocktail onion) baited breath.
They were green with red things in them
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