Sea Monkey Update:
11.53am: They appear to have vanished, but there are a few of the more hardy clinging to (and it appears chowing down on) some small white algal thingies (according to the box, this should be happening – but it still doesn’t explain where the teaming millions vanished to!)
The latest catchprase around these parts is: “he’s just not that into you” – inspired of course, by last night’s ghastly Oprah epsiode. The premise is: if a man does not want to spend every waking moment with you, shower you with expensive giftage, beg you to marry him & suffocate you with lurve, then “he’s just not that into you”. The horror just went on and on and on. In essence if a man does not immediately comply with whatever unreasonable, outrageous demand you might make, then: “he’s just not that into you”. So if he’s not totally whipped, “he’s just not that into you”. Its at times like these I feel sorry for the males among us.
Apparently the “he’s just not that into you” theory is not just confined to women, Fenton and I were woken this morning by the ultra-campy tones of a passing male jogger outside our bedroom window announcing, “oh pulease, he’s just not that into you”. Hee!