I’ve just come back from saying goodbye to Katt at the airport [sniff]. I can hardly remember when I last had such an enjoyable weekend. I also wish to place officially on record my indebtedness to Flyboy for being so unutterably cool about this. Yoo da Man! I could kiss you. Actually, I think I will. I’ve got big sloppy wet kiss with your name written all over it, so you’d better pucker up the next time I’m in the Eastern Cape*!
I took the day off on Friday and we went off to Kirstenbosch to hug trees, curse butterflies and generally commune with Nature. We (and by “we”, I mean “I”) also tortured poor M with cruel text messages like “We’re having lunch at Kirstenbosch. The weather is absolutely glorious. How are things at work, by the way?” If you happened to feel a temperature spike in the city early on in the afternoon – that was probably no coincidence.
M got her revenge by showing us her shiny new car when we went over to her place for dinner on Saturday evening. It is indeed shiny and I suppose I should have been more complimentary at the time, but I was too busy choking down my jealousy. Her bulldog took an instant shine to me, which would have been fine if he didn’t have the breath of Satan (burglars take note!). Fortunately, I was shortly banished to the kitchen while the ladies discussed power tools and hunting – in other words, a perfectly typical evening in the suburbs.
Sunday was less structured, although we did manage to play a game or two of Scrabble. This sounds a lot more intellectual than it actually was, because we were sorely tempted to go the Redneck Rules route (do you know how many points “dawg” is worth on a triple-word score? A lot!).
Sadly, all good things must come to an end and experience in this regard does damn-all to cushion the blow. If you need me – I’ll be over here in the corner, brooding.
* Although this may end badly. Very badly. He owns lots of guns.
I’m soooo jealous! Of everything, time with beloved Katt, dinner the magnificent M’s and just being in CT on a sunny day! *sulk*
Can’t wait to read Katt’s version of the weekend π
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so when am i visiting u kyk?
ps.. glad u had fun!!!
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Dog Whisperer & Katt Whisperer … look out this Kyk has got the moves! *wink*
Smooch,
The Tart
; *
Ps. Next time Katt visits you … I offer to go “baby sit” Flyboy, k?
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swisstwist: You & me both :->
Shortypam: Hah! You just want a nice discreet place to have your filthy way with your man, don’t you?
The Tart: No way! I’ve got second dibs on FB (He looks a lot like Luke Wilson, but with more muscle thrown into the mix).
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Lovely stuff Kyk!
Any gun-toting man with the promise of wet sloppy kisses should be grateful I say! π
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You very discreetly forgot to mention the superb meal you created for us on Sat… and the ensuing game of ‘throw-the-pig’ (sorry forgot the name) after Katt and I had consumed the required amount of alcohol to make any game amusing π
It was great… must do it again π
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You had a party?!?
…I was available…
(PS, M, the game is called Pass The Pigs – well, presuming you’re playing the one with the little plastic piggies…)
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Redneck Rules? kyknoord! You’re an engineer, aren’t you? You just have to look confident and pretend that “dawg” is that thing without which a cantilever bridge would collapse and kill all sorts of shiny new cars and everyone would fall for it…
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Butterflies and pig throwing – sounds like a blast π
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Peas: Absolutely. Assuming it’s someone like you administering them, naturally.
M: Definitely. Ladies & gentlemen… I give you the regional ‘Pass the Pigs’ champion.
Mandy J Watson: We were using ceramic pigs. It was a short game.
anne: Katt lives on a farm. She can smell bullshit a mile a way.
Terri: It certainly was. Remind me to tell you about our trip to Toys ‘R’ Us.
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I am so jealous !!!will have to make a plan next time i am in SA !!
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Hugging trees definitely works. I miss CT. Three…more…weeks….
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I’m back! And you have turned me into the provincial village idiot. I burst out laughing every time I have a flashback and people tend to look at me strangely because a book just can’t be that funny.
Oh, you forgot to mention your teeth!
And last but most importantly, thank you!
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oooooh… shut up! shut up! shut up!
i can’t believe it- kyk, katt & m all together in one place!
ok- now gimmeorsocharns!
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All I can say is I am homesick now. Kirstenbosch! Oh man.
But I’m glad Katt is home because now I can talk to her again…she’s mine..all mine..d’ya hear?
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Kyk … you can’t have it both ways, dude! I get Luke AKA Flyboy.
Am gonna send those fruit fairies after you!
Smooch,
The Tart
; *
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got me there kyk…
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Geena.. I got dibs on Katt first… looks like we might have a katt-fight on our hands / keyboards.. oh hell, lets just do a three way!
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Just what the doctor ordered for both you and Katt. I am dying to see what she is going to write about the weekend!!!! Glad you guys had so much fun!!
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ShutterJane: Oh yes. Any idea when that may be?
Dolce: Cape Town misses you, too.
Katt: And thank you for the pleasure of your company. I didn’t forget to mention my teeth. I’m saving those for a special occasion, remember?
angel: Sorry. Don’t worry, yoolorsogerracharns.
Geena: That’s right, rub it in.
The Tart: You don’t scare me. I’ll have my flyswatter handy.
Shortypam: π
SwissTwist: Now play nicely kids, y’hear?
buddess: I think my doctor ordered the new BMW X5.
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I hope I get the same treatment when I come to CT in Jan for my hols! Kirstenbosch? Haven’t been there in about 20 years!
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Ha ha *blush* π
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Teeth pics … WE want to see the teeth pics!
I just read Katt’s bloggy & want to see your pic with the disguise.
Smooch,
The Tart
; )
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Every weekend should be enhanced by redneck rules, especially if you aren’t a redneck. Although combining said rules with the offer of a big sloppy kiss to someone who owns many guns may be something you want to rethink. Ah, maybe that’s why you’re in the corner brooding… happy to hear you had a great time!
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damn you and your use of the ‘K word’. Sis on you. When we’re freezing our sodden butts off in the middle of a grey London “summer” and you go and bring up Kirstenbosch, well that’s just rude ;p
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Uh, those suburb ladies don’t remind me of any suburb ladies I know.
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DelBoy: Maybe if you were as good looking as Katt…
Peas: Pink is a good colour on you π
The Tart: Maybe you already have, but you didn’t recognise me.
LiVEwiRe: Rednecks don’t refer to them as “Redneck Rules”. They jest call ’em “Rules”.
The Granny Wrangler: If it makes you feel any better, we’re back to being freezing and wet again.
OldHorsetailSnake: That’s because they’re avoiding you, Hoss.
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whew, well that’s a relief. i don’t feel so bad anymore.
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Aaah, thanks Kyk….being feelin’ a tad homesick this week…I need my mountain and a nice lungful of forest/ocean air!
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