I wasn't kidding.

Masks of our favourite Dancing with the Stars celebrities. Ready for distribution tomorrow at netball. Not laminated. For the record, even a mask of Paul Homles makes me shudder.

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It's another theme dinner at Chez Waipapa. Tonight it's Italian. We were going to have violin cases and people kissing Clayton's ring on the way in the door. But we've downgraded to lasagne, meatballs, canniloni (sp?) and red wine. And candles. We don't do it by halves! By 'we', I mean Reidun.

We are expecting eleven tonight. We have vaguely Italian themed music ready ('we' meaning Reidun again, but I am enthusiastic in support). My guests are Ange and Englishguy1 (who's back in town). Last time it was Sam and Fish.

Should be jolly fun!

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My digital camera is like a fussy bloody cat that will only eat certain cat foods (invariably the expensive ones that come in pouches). It only works with certain batteries. And of course, they are the most expensive ones. The gold ones. It's a snobby camera. I discovered this after investing much money in a 10 pack of similarly expensive silver batteries, only to find my camera wouldn't work at all with them. Grrrrr. Fussy cats and cameras suck.

It used to work with cheaper batteries. It's developing pretentious tastes in its adolescence. Teens are expensive for their owners.....