Mads & the goosey. FINALLY paing us a visit!

Chelsey is visiting today, showing her some cool stuff.

...These are my pens, btw.

If you are, in fact, abusing alcohol, you probably won't be able to read this.

No, seriously, air travel and everything about it (yes, that includes the airport) is fckn SCHWEET!

It takes me back to when I was a youngling, and had to be accompanied by an adult: The whole airport/flying thing is a HUGE adventure! (for me at least)

The huge digital signs, showing you what goes where and when; the beer & smokes in the bar as you wait to board; the non-working, "free" wi-fi hotspots...

Aside from the tech improvements, the only thing that's changed, is that I now get to do the whole thing UNSUPERVISED!!!

(I think I just jizzed in my pants...)

So yes, I've been sent to Durban for two days (work shit), and am going at it alone. Aside from all the aforementioned excitement, there is a downside to this little "adventure..."

This will be the longest that my unbelievable wife and I will be apart since we've been married.
FML.

(All you long-timers out there, just let up; we've only been married for about six AWESOME months...)

But now that the bad has been aknowledged, let the adventure continue!

On a side note: I also enjoy the sense of accomplishment you have once you've figured out the intricasies of an airport, and you actually emerge where you need to be ON TIME!

Catch all of yez on the flipside!

Both Ref (my AWESOME and SMOKIN' HOT wife) and I are both still smokers (and secretly we feel like rebels, living on the edge kinda shit...) with aspirations to try and quit.
 
Soon.
 
And AGAIN.
 
Anyhoo, she made a comment about the lighter (we were sharing MINE - she had forgotten hers in the car - I digress) that got me thinking.
 
Ever find when in company, that there are these "certain-ways-to-do certain things" that everyone just GETS?
 
And no-one in the book of your life ever mentioned it, right?!
 
Like the lighter thing:
Apparently, it's good manners to light a lady's lighter first, ok?
I say, if it's my lighter, I get to start the race first, grooves? If it's yours, fuckit, by all and any means, go first. I really don't mind.
 
And If you're in charge of the remote, you switch to mute, or turn the volume down when m-net's master volume controller decides do do a kitchen run over the ad break...
 
Rendering your ears ornamental only.
 
Ooh, what about the mid-show phone call?
Look, if it's defcon 4 and above, I completely get it, but if not, and I tell you that I'm in the middle of something, don't take offence. Your life should be able to function for AT LEAST 30 minutes without me.
If it helps, think of it as your test of independence, so say thank you and hang up.
 
I suppose it's all relative, but for the most part, I manage to skim the basics.
 
I can't help myself, it's what I do.
 
Now go and play with the other kids and their silly rules if you must. I'm finally getting a bit of rest this weekend.
 
Rock on.

 &

 Design...

 ...Ek moet dit om een of ander rede onthou...

 Sal jy my herinner?

 Basically, I'm locked in the big-ass multimedia room, which I've turned into an in-house audio recording studio.
(the pro-quality directional Sennheiser microphone does help though...)

 Will keep y'all posted!

...apparently means something.
 
The psychotic (little) sister & the BFF.
 
I never want to have teens. My kids should just skip that phase.
Junior/kid to student.
 
I'll take a lanky, permanently on SOME substance (legal, healthy or neither) ...Being over a social firebug who just found out how a doorhandle works.
 
I miss those days.
 
Love you B&C! The visit was bee-YAWSE-um!