Imaginary Dreams

I'm on a blogging frenzy. I even dream I was blogging. Half awake this morning, shortly before the hub (your Daddy) came to bed - which could easily have been 6am - I'm most positively sure he had said to me "Wake up.. kata nak go shopping!" (wake up.. said you wanted to go shopping!). And I dreamt of myself sleepily waking up and getting excited to shop shop. Then a loud crash came to my consciousness and really woke me up. Darn! Why does it just have to be a dream!? Oh and the crash was a creation from our fat little beast Koda whom had smartly jumped on the windowsill and landed on my pile of cds. And of course she wasn't able to balance her weight and crashed on our bedroom floor along with the cds. She ran out quickly as her short legs would go.

Thought I'd continue my beautiful dream and a second later a huge hump landed on the bed (oh it's your Daddy) followed by another (Koda). And she placed her two front legs on top of my ribs for a good 2 minutes - pretending to be Simba the lion (I should remind her that she doesn't even meow properly, let alone roar like little Simba) - before I had to push her away. With her 4kgs weight, oh dear Koda have mercy on me. I'm already lugging over 500gms weight of baby on myself not to mention all these excess fluid and blood volume of me!

Of course that doesn't phase her. Nor does it impress her. She doesn't like my bulging tummy anyway. I've a feeling she won't like the screaming baby either. Too bad now baby girl, in approximately 3 months time you've got competition! Ha! And no more jumping on the bed by then, ok! Oh and we're trimming your claws every week from then on.

Close to midnight and the hub is hungry. As usual. We thought of ordering pizza then I realized there's some fish fillets in the freezer. Battered fish! Secret ingredient, soda water. Now that we've found the perfect battered fish, no more buying fish n chips at the beach! Yeah right. Who can resist having someone else do all the cooking while you just hand in a few greens to them. Not to mention to white man's fingers dipping into your fish while making them. Good thing shops here don't open for long. Otherwise we'd be heading for nasi lemak at 12am! Now that's an absolute YUM!