I was having lunch with a friend from highschool a month or two ago - she's the one with the baby (must remember to give her a nickname!) - and we'd just settled down to eat in the foodcourt when she realised she had no napkins for the messy lil boy.
"No worries" I said "I'll get you some".
And I did.
When I sat down I pointed out to her that we'd walked right past a lady laying in the middle of the foodcourt, surrounded by ambo's and concerned onlookers.
"We were so caught up in lunch we didn't notice! How rude!" she observed.
Since then, I've noticed that they've placed defribillator machines all around the shopping centre.
Today I discovered a better way to shock your heart around (in an 'OMG I THINK I'M GONNA THROW UP MY HEART' kinda way).
Get an email from eldest bro's gf confessing she's been reading your blog for some time, after middle bro told her there was stuff about her here.
Have more, will post tomorrow.
(PS - suggestions for how to deal with middle bro would be VERY much appreciated - if you're reading this one buddy boy, beware....)