Is it called Klang? That alien from The Simpsons, who has a see through helmet and always drools? Anyway, whatever it is called, that is very much what D is reminding me of at the moment. He has gone from gentle streams of dribble down his chin to a veritable waterfall - seriously, it's as if some dam has burst within his mouth and let forth the most violent protrusion of sticky dribble that you can imagine. Our furniture is quite literally glistening with smeary puddles of D's oral offerings. Like ectoplasm or something. Fairly grim.
On the 'ghostly' note, when D chooses to clamber over me and liberally smear his saliva ALL over my face and hair, like a sticky slug entrail, then he puts me more in mind of a certain famous Ghostbusters character. Yes, this suburban mama got well and truly SLIMED earlier on. It's quite disturbing, the slime has combined with all the dust from the renovating, to create little piles of boggy mud round the house. Once again, I am choosing to turn a blind eye. It can wait until the 'big clean' next weekend...
We've been hard at it today. Well, I say we. I mean ME mostly. It was indeed moi who mounted the rickety step ladder this morning at 9am, and slapped a load of emulsion over the (not quite dry...eek) plaster in the kitchen. However, the grand application of our new greeny blue paint was a joint event of myself, hubbie and The Wolf (hubbie's father who very kindly offered to come down and lend a hand).
Boy oh boy, it is a fairly...er...in yer face colour. I had envisaged it looking fairly classy and subdued. However, in keeping with the rest of the quite frankly loud colours that I have selected for the house (purple in the bedroom, bright blue in the lounge, green in D's room...) it doesn't really whisper as much as bellow at the visitor to the kitchen.
But hey, where is the fun in tasteful things, eh? I'm about as bad taste and crass as you can get, so it seems only appropriate that our house reflects this to some extent.
On an entirely different note, we watched Shutter Island last night. (That Martin Scorsece film?) VERY good. I was so spooked that I made hubbie come up to bed with me, even though he wanted to stay up to get some work done. There was no way I was sitting in the dark all on my own though, after watching that.
I am such a complete wimp when it comes to spooky films. Take The Ring for example. The premise being - the characters watch a horrid spooky video, then they get a phonecall, saying that they've got 7 days to live. Then after a week, they die in a horrid gruesome way. I literally didn't sleep for 7 nights. I was a haggard, neurotic mess for the whole bloody week. (This, incidentally, was not assisted at all by a friend, who I had gone to see it with at the cinema, who thought it would be hilarious to phone me after the film and whisper 'seven days'. Cow.)
But, I would recommend Shutter Island. Very clever, very atmospheric, very film noir, if you are a film buff. I shall watch it again at some point. When it's daylight. And there are lots of other people around.
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