Just racked up 105000 words for 'Feather from the Kakahu.'

Saturday mornings are for checking your 18 year old got home in one piece from 'God knows where' in town.  Chucking stuff in the dryer because you can't be arsed standing outside in the freezing cold hanging up clothes.  Drinking a whole pot of tea.  Listening to power ballads and remembering when having a mullet was super attractive.  Taking pics of yourself with your web cam and thinking...Not bad for 350 in dog years.