Bread knife won.

my finger - 0 and bandaid, i might buy shares in them.

cutting up a cake last night i also chopped into my finger. suppirseingly no passing out for me. (yay) just alot of blood (lol) and that stuff. its a nice chunk. i did ponder if a trip to the GP was needed but meh, it'll heal (right?) nothing two woodstocks didn't fix. so i now have one (small) bandaid on, some tape and another lager band aid to stop myself from bending the top of my finger (as that, strangely.) seems to make it bleed. oh well.

other then that not much. i wanted to get out side and start turning over my ground for my vegie patch. but sadly the boys think sleep is for the weak and i haven't gotten out yet. maybe later. or tomorrow. (tomorrow is good...) i want some vegies in by the end of the week so i have SOMETHING to show for it. plus i've wanted a large vegie patch for god knows how long and now i can have it. the weather changes (damn it!) but intime.

tomorrow is "d" day. yes my bloody inlaws are comming up. i can almost safely say they will not arrive before dinner time. and FIL will be bitching about the long, borning (bahaha) drive here. as we live give or take around 30mins out side of a rual city. off a long, semi windey road then off a dirt one (a main road runs at the back of the property) but its quiet. until you hear D from next door "sighting in" a new gun then you here a "pop" kinda noise. but other then that. quiet. FIL will also whinge about the cold, and anthing else he can think of. heres hoping i dont drop some coal out of the fire and burn (more) of the carpet. he'll have a friggin' fit. and i will simply laugh at him. i have baked bikkies, cake, scones and muffins for them. (the latter two i froze) i might make more tomorrow but meh. we'll see how i feel.

once they're gone i'm smudgeing this house out. i dont want negative crap in my house. under my eves or even in the front gate. but sadly i have no choice BUT to let my father in law in. we dont have a dog kennel yet. heres hoping i can escape at least once into my blog to vent it all out. as i really dont want to have to run my mouth. unless FIL touches my fire. then i'll be popping him back in his place. my fire FUCK OFF. or maybe a sign at the door "touch my fire and BURN"

Oh another thing DH and I have been talking about is a dog. we're going to get one once DH is working. we're thinking a little girl. (to even the score out in the house as its 3 men, one male cat and me and a female cat LOL) but we cant come up with a name. i've got Tinka or Prissy but thats it.
bah better go Vic is wingeing.