Today's Lesson:

Its admittedly pretty sad, but I go through my day often wondering what the next post will be about. These past few days have been no exception. I've been thinking about my next entry - in fact this very entry - I can't pull myself away from wanting to talk about Mascara. I know, I know. A card carrying member of the 1st world, I am. But I keep coming back to it, its driving me insane and I have come to the conclusion that unless I share it, it may never go away. So here it is:

Mascara:
I wear very little make-up - in fact, besides the white sealant I put under my eyes each morning to cover up the bags that developed from 5 months of crap sleep, the only make-up I do wear is mascara. And on Monday I bought mascara so good that it has transcended my mistake of buying it in a brown shade. YES – it’s that good. Now I know that the cosmetic savvy people in the world will probably roll-their-eyes-DUH! (as apparently this is well known as THE mascara to have), Max Factor’s Masterpiece Mascara is dope. It’s the best stuff (by) far I have ever come across, so good that it would be a crime for me not to give it it’s own blog.. I find myself removing the mascara, at some point during the day, simply so I can re-apply it.

PHEW! Thank god I got that out of my system. Im slightly embarrassed by it, but I don’t think I had much choice but to write it.. Maybe I can move on now.

All is well. Cooked a very British (well, Irish) Corned Beef with mashed potatoes and brussel sprouts last night and going to make carrot and coriander soup tonight, using the new hand mixer I bought the other day (In anticipation of Fred’s imminent move into solids). I went to Scream Screen this morning with a fellow mum, Pascale, and we saw that German flick that everyone is raving about ‘The Lives of Others’ and thoroughly enjoyed it. Probably the best movie I have seen in quite a while. Mind you, the last two films I’ve seen were 300 (OH.MY.GOD.AVOID.THIS.AVOID.THIS) and Hot Fuzz (pretty good).

THat 'WhatI'm Reading' picture ot the right is making me feel guilty. Because I haven't really opened it since I got through the first few pages just before I left Adelaide... Hmmm. Maybe those pics are a bad idea. Eh! - I'm full of them so whats one more?