Craving coke

Last two weeks shopping with Diana and I've been tempted to pop a six pack of cokes into the trolley. WTF, am I pregnant or something? 

That's not my mug shot by the way. My head is too funny a shape to fit the coke can. We used to have a dog that would be so surprised that sh*t was falling out of his backside that he would prance around the kitchen whilst doing his business. I reckon my mum reacted in a similar way when I decided to pass through her birth canal and my head was bounced around on the kitchen floor for several minutes before I finally entered the world. 

Now can I get out and cut the grass before it rains. More importantly do I even want to? I will ponder it for an hour or two.

Luke's birthday today so happy birthday to him. He was at work but it now out with Carey and some friends having a few beers. See the extra picture for a visual image of what a few beers means in China.