Chicks really do dig pink

At least, according to this article on The Economist (Sex, shopping and thinking pink).

Puts those brochures below into perspective I guess.

Boys versus Girls

Two identical pieces of advertising copy. One of these was addressed to me and one of these was addressed to my wife. Guess which one is which?

Getting it right

I'm not a perfect husband by any means. I'm often tired and grumpy, I can be impatient and I have a nasty habit of being sarcastic, glib and dismissive (all at the same time, mind you).

Last week the local paper had a competition to win an opportunity to meet Tori Amos and receive front row tickets to her Canberra concert. Anyone who knows my wife knows she is a huge (obsessive?) Tori fan and we have had tickets to this concert for many weeks already. I knew H. would be busy the day of the competition so I entered it on her behalf. A chance to meet your hero doesn't come along very often after all.

As a consequence of my entry, we now have two spare tickets to the concert, my wife has enjoyed a week of excited anticipation as she waits to meet her musical hero this weekend and, for just a short period of time, I have been proclaimed The Best Husband in the Universe.

See, sometimes I do get it right.

Alive and well

I've received a number of notes from people checking to see how I'm going as the nasty looking photos of my knee are the latest bits of information I have up.

Briefly, surgery went well, recovery/rehab is going even better and I'm making daily improvements.

Life is good (but a bit achy at times).