Am I becoming a boring grown up since I'm actually excited over the fact that I'll be getting a new kitchen oven?
In my defence I sadly need one. The old one is about as old as me, one of the hobs isn't working and I can't fry anything in it since the oven in it doesn't work anymore. And it's brown and green, the wonderful modern happy colours of the 70s, with about three hundred layers of cooked in old grease dating from 1981 up to today. *Shudder* I'm not that big of a cook, but I do miss having the ability to make garlic baguettes, pizzas, naan bread and bake snickers cakes! Yummie.
Today I did the most reasonable thing in days. I went out and bought a hammock. You know, the one with an own stand (mostly because I don't trust in those little hooks, they would come loose and I'd end up with permanent braindamage. I'm just THAT lucky!). Bought it cheap at this discount store, but it'll do for a while. I've discovered I have much love for hammocks. Just imagine, lying in one of those between to palm trees, sipping passion fruit juice somewhere on the coast of Madagascar. Or Namibia. Anywhere there's a tropical climate and palm trees, really.
I'm one of those new age types that'll carry my baby around in a African type sling and buy a baby hammock it can sleep in, and i'll have hammocks everywhere, inside and out.
