tell me why don't we try not to break our hearts and make it so hard for ourselves

it's father's day in australia. i wanted so much for things to be perfect and for the day to be relaxing for bunhead. therefore, i should never, EVER have attempted to make poached eggs. i hate poached eggs. i hate eating them, i hate the way they look like googly eyes and i hate, hate, hate (read "cannot for the life of me") make them. i also hate the woman on youtube who had a video up on how to make them and made it look so easy. screw you, poachy poach woman.

needless to say, i was a stressed-out wreck, swearing at eggs, almost in tears and bun was insisting he didn't even want poached eggs anymore (which, of course, made me more angry). at one point, i believe i wailed "no wonder you don't love me as much anymore - i can't even poach an egg!!" is being pregnant enough of an excuse to be such an emotional idiot?
i managed in the end and bun ate three poached eggs, some homemade cheddar tea biscuits (which bub helped make), smoked salmon and freshly squeezed orange juice, all in his new bath robe!

thank carl things got better after that. we went to bunnings (that's home depot, canadian peeps) and got lots of seeds and plants and stuff for our summer garden. we ripped out all the arugala and lettuces that were going to seed (and ended up with a ginormous bowl of swiss chard and spinach - i'll have to invite popeye for dinner, check out the photos below!) planted in beans and carrots and tomatoes, strawberries, cucumber, peppers, hot peppers, lobelia and more parsley. the coriander is going gangbusters and so is the nasturtium. my beets were bust, though. they didn't do NOTHIN'!

bun grilled rump steak and we had salad and steak and baked potatoes, which was a much bigger success than those damned eggs. now bub is abed and we get to watch prison break (season 4, oh how you give me heart attacks!)

bun and bub, being fatherly and daughterly and a big bowl o' green stuff







but we were never holding back, wishing that time would come to an end

i have felt lately, though, that bun and i are not as close as we were in the beginning. actually, it's more like we're too close and we don't try to impress each other anymore or go out of our way to say and do nice things for each other (oh! wait!! this is called "taking each other for granted, isn't it? how cliché). i'm sure some people would say that this is inevitable after 10 years, but i don't think so. and i think it's something we need to correct. i'm already emotional because of pregnancy and tiredness and generally being stressed out about bun's kidney failure, but it doesn't help when we make it so hard for ourselves.

see? we can be nice.