Booky Love: 29-10-06

I have always said that my ability to write (anything interesting) is inversely proportional to the adversity I face at that time. Here is my life at the moment:

We have moved into a new apartment, double as big as the one we were in.
Our new stuff is as cool as one could reasonable fathom.
Our bedroom is pimped out to the max.
Our kitchen is bigger than our old apartment.
Booky the mutt house-trained himself.
Parky's business is going great guns.
My work brings in double my wage from 12 months ago.
Our Magna sets off car alarms when I drive it out of the underground parking in the morning. That is not a lie, it is loud, and the garage echoes like a bastard, and well may it be that having a big loud bike that sets off car alarms may sound like a sonic penis extension; it is. Pure and simple. I don't apologise for it.
I like my life. In fact I love it.
The one and only thing I must apologise for is that I have nothing interesting to write. Here are the photies.