The phone call started with him talking about how he was buying used cisco routers and other gadgets. I was sitting there doing my cross stitch while I was listening (ok, well half listening) and suddenly I heard the words “donuts”. Confuse me even more than I already am…how does donuts have anything to do with routers?

I then realised that he’d finished talking about the routers and was asking me if I wanted him to bring donuts for afternoon tea…lol

When people start talking in gibberish about how and what I need to do to fix something, I just turn off because I have no idea what they are talking about! I have a friend who must like talking in “big words” because no matter how many times I ask him to explain something to me like I’m a 3 year old, he just babbles on. He was talking yesterday about some cables and patch panels or something. Did I learn anything? No. Will I get that hour of my life back? No. Thanks very much!

If you are looking for that perfect number plate, or you want to sell a plate, I came across a site today that offers an easy way to purchase and sell number plates. With a simple search feature, you can enter the plate numbers you want and instantly you’ll know if it’s avalable and the price you can buy it for. They also make it easy for you by doing the paperwork for you instead of just sending you the certificate and you having to do the work yourself.

Do you participate in any of the hundreds of tags, memes and blog parties that are happening around the blogosphere?

If you are looking for more hits on your blogs, then these are a great source. I’m currently participating in the MommyFest blog party over on my Mummified Times Five blog and in just 2 days, I’ve seen a dramatic increase in hits and have even had some new subscribers.

If I was to plan a romantic dinner for DH with wine, soft music, candles and a wickedly delicious dessert, we probably wouldn’t eat until 11pm! We normally have dinner at 6-30pm. The kids have their baths and bedtime routine between 7 - 8.30pm. It’s “lights out” at 9pm the latest. So where in all this am I meant to cook this scrumptious dinner, make the wicked dessert, reset the table for two and make sure the ratbags are sleeping and won’t interrupt us???!?

Maybe we can have this romantic dinner when they’ve all grown up and moved out!!?!