But who owns all the apostrophes?

Phew. Busy weekend.

Friday was the semi-regular cards night which I have with some of the husbands of Mrs M's workmates and former workmates. It's a good thing too. The wives all get together and try to talk louder than each other while scoffing as many forms of chocolate as they can think of for a few hours, while us fellers sit around drinking and betting as much as a whopping dollar a time on the many varieties of poker.

It's a pretty blokey affair on our side. We generally have the footy (Australian Rules Football) on the telly in the corner; there are rude words spoken as part of inappropriate jokes; people are fairly free and easy about bodily functions, and about the ownership claims of said bodily functions. Like I say, it's quite blokey.

So I was expecting to have to get a cab home because Mrs M was likely to be finished at the girls' get-together a bit sooner than I would be at the cards night. But - crazy woman that she is - she wasn't even finished by the time we were. So she was able to drive me home in my inebriated state. Actually, I was really only a bit tipsy, so don't be thinking I'm some sort of alco.

Saturday I finally managed to get that damn shelf from Ikea and set it up. Took a loooong time to set up because it's a bit of a monster shelf. Not a shelf you could put monsters on, but quite large all the same. Mrs M was out all day with her sister, getting Fathers' Day presents (yes I think the apostrophe should be after the "s" in Fathers, because it's the day of all fathers, right?...not just one father, thankyou), and a birthday present for my brother's wife (just one brother, and even if I had more than one, it would be unusual for them to share a wife, so before the "s" in this case). Mrs M also managed to get some more maternity clothes, of which she was in dire need given her rapidly expanding girth.

Saturday night we went to a pub/restaurant for my brother's wife's birthday (just the one wife). It was ok, but Mrs M was always going to be tired what with the late night on Friday and all, so we didn't stay late.

Sunday was more stuffing around with the Great Room Transfer Of '06. The new study is starting to take shape. The baby's room is still a mess...but we've got 3 months to sort it out. We'll get there.

Sunday night we went to Mrs M's parents' place (more than one parent) because of the aforementioned Fathers' Day. Had a barbecue there. Lots of running and laughing kids and too much food as usual. My parents are away at the moment. I got an SMS from them this morning saying they were standing at the tip of Australia. Crazy travelling gypsies they are.

Our friends Mr and Mrs T phoned last night to give us the news that they are pregnant. This is especially good news for them because they had a rough trot with it all last year. Mrs T fell pregnant, and in one terrible weekend she collapsed and was rushed to hospital when it was discovered that the pregnancy was ectopic, the baby miscarried, Mrs T became dangerously ill and is lucky to have survived, and she lost one of her fallopian tubes. It really is quite miraculous that they have managed to get through this and have a baby of their own on the way. :)

Right, that's it from me. I will make a concerted attempt to get back in the swing of writing these at home, where I have more time. No real baby news of our own to speak of right now, so that's it for the moment.

cheers,
Macca