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They bought me pink bike shorts and a pink 'oogah' horn for my bike. I'm sure photos will be forthcoming. Eek!

Tonight we're off to Mum and Dad's for dinner. My sister will be there along with my nephew, and dad will get to meet Brian again (he claims he's never met him. I blame the fall on his head.)

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What would be an awesome gift for a 1.5 year old boy? I'm completely clueless when it comes to the ways of humans in the larval stage.

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"So, Brian, what do you do for a crust?", asked Dad in his least comprehensible combination of Kiwi accent and UK colloquialism.

"A what?"

"Crust. You know, a crust. What do you do for it?"

I intervened.

"Dad wants to know what you do for a job. He's speaking ancient English."

You really cant blame my parents for being a bit defensive whenever I bring home a new boyfriend, especially if they're not entirely employed. It's kind of sweet, even though I do regret the anguish I've caused them over the years.