You can't see it, but just off camera there's a really funny clown. He just told a joke about a goat. I wasn't listening so I'm not really sure.
This little vampire/blow-up-doll was meant to be singing. She looked like she was a choir girl kindly singing Christmas Carols on a frosty Christmas Eve somewhere in the 19th Century.
I can't think. Dad's just had a hip op (worked well) and I'm staying there looking after him. I'm doing Cert IV in Training & Assessment too, which is so huge and arduous that this alone would cause my brain to freeze. Of course, our company has decided that we should do the course over 12 weeks, in spite of the Tafe continuously asking them to review the situation... lotsa homework and Dad to boot. It's brought the whole Mum dying thing back too, the same hossie, the same sleeping over. And I'm such a home bod, I need my home quiet time.
Stop ya whinin' woman.
Not whining, just sharing! Be nice!
Anyway, these take no brain. Pity I forgot that I'd smallened the eyes (I know smallened isn't really a word) on the previous incarnation of this design. It looked better too. Bugger! These are for the kids and two spares.