nny | (no subject)

At the same time as being entirely bemused by the whole family/wifey thing, and sekritly thinking you're all going downhill fast in the sanity stakes, I confess there's a little part of me that is sad because I have no internet family.

In other news, I have a big-ass plaster on my elbow for the first time since my mum convinced me to get on a skateboard on the concrete drive, even though I informed her with great certainty that I'd do myself an injury. This time is less fun, because the plaster is not flourescent orange and action man-y. I do feel about seven because of it though, which is more pleasing than it should be.