Smokey the Magnificent

In eight days it will be the three-year anniversary of myself and Helpdesk Man. Year One, we stayed the night in a hotel (in town, because I was pregnant and unable to fit into my motorbike jacket), saw a movie (Resident Evil III) and had dinner at a Turkish restaurant. Year Two, we left the snortlepig to the mercies of her tiny aunt and went out for lunch at a nice restaurant out of town. Year Three, we are looking for ideas. Cheap ideas, because nothing says romance like saving money.

So, we were thinking of leaving the snortlepig with its grandparents (depending on the aimiability of said relations) and oosing out on the motorbike somewhere. I thought maybe hot pools, as I haven’t been swimming since before I was pregnant with the piggie. Then again, there could be bathing suit-related angst attached to such an enterprise. I fancy the idea of skydiving also, but it doesn’t really come under the category of frugal and also, Helpdesk Man is a gurly. What happens if one upchucks at 15,000 feet, I wonder? Could it kill a man? Would you be liable?

Anyhoo. Thoughts? Quaint restaurants with no mooseheads on the walls? Hitherto unsuspected theme parks in the Waikato area? The Amazing Maze in Maize? (I’ve been there; it was quite fun, acksherly.) Arty movie theatres playing arty movies? Do-it-yourself bungee jumping?

This is not the only impending celebration on the Smokey horizon, however. I have decided to have a Thanksgiving party for all my dear friends, and the dear friends also of Helpdesk Man. Negotiations are running hot as to whose house we shall have it at, what we shall eat and other such important matters. Not being American, we can be fairly Protestant about our choices of food and drink - a turkey is probably too rich for our tiny purses, for one thing. But it should be fun.

In other news:

• I woke up early this morning and hustled the snortlepig to the toy library for my mandatory volunteering duty, only to find out we were a week early.
• Helpdesk Man temporarily taught the snortlepig how to say “Nappy” properly instead of “nap-me”. I nearly weeped, but then she forgot again.
• I have now successfully cooked salmon steaks. Feel v. cosmopolitan.
• The snortlepig learned how to say “No no no no no” yesterday off, of all things, a Don Carson podcast. She’s said it before, but not with such rapidity and force of expression.
• My NaNo count is up to 32,123 plus a few hundred more I haven’t added on yet.
• They discovered water on the moon. Int’resting, no? I am pro- the moon. Go moon!, I say. Ask anyone.