I stumbled across this:
I was going to post about something intelligent and clever tonight, but then I found this:
So, Doghouse Diaries created this nifty world map showing the things each country leads the world in. There some really great ones. Like, did you know that Mongolia leads the world in Velociraptor bones? Or that Bulgarians are better at living the American Dream (owning a home) than Americans are? There’s also a bunch of obvious ones. Japan leads the world in robot technology, New Zealand has the most sheep, and Canadians are the kings and queens of maple syrup.
And Australia? What are we Aussies leading the world in? Ah…death apparently. And not just once, but three times over. Come to Australia, where you’ve got the most chance in the world to get killed by an animal, eaten by a shark, or suffer from Melanoma! Cool. Yep. You’ll be right over. I don’t believe you.
My mother just informed me that my father’s snoring really bugs her some nights, but she has a grand solution:
“I just put my hand over his mouth, and block his nose and he stops!”
Ah, mum, I’m pretty sure that’s called suffocation! The thing is, my mother says things like that with such innocence, and excitement at her cleverness that you can’t help but love her for it. And laugh.
She is always making me laugh for absurd reasons. Like when we went to the tennis and, right before Venus Williams was to serve, everyone went quite and….she farted. Or how every time we go out for breakfast she gets all excited, because she can have pancakes and ice-cream for breakfast. Or the copious incorrect word choices she makes—advocado (avocado), squeeziness (queasiness), and prostrate cancer (prostate cancer).
That last one is always tinged with a hint of sadness, because many of her word issues are the result of surviving a near-fatal brain aneurysm 13 years ago. Post-operation the surgeons informed us her vocabulary may be reduced by as much as 40% due to the aneurysm’s location. But they hadn’t realised they were dealing with my mum—the woman who has survived death eight times, and is affectionately know as the family cat.
She’s tough. She’s funny. But most importantly she’s my best friend, and easily the best mum in the world. I love her to bits, and am forever thankful that on this day, seventy-one years ago, she came into this world and made it her own.
Happy Birthday, Daffers. Even though I’m sure I wasn’t always the best daughter (think high-school), I know I’ve definitely been privileged to have the very best mother. I hope you’re around for long enough to teach my kids a thing or two, and make them laugh a little too.
This is so something my brother would have done to me if we had been born animals.
So I know it’s pretty blurry, but I had to share this car decal we saw yesterday:
Hurrah for Grumpy Cat!