Sorting things out

Yes, so Airwaves took place, but as I didn't have any tickets, most of it passed without my attendance. Sadly. I did manage to get into one gig by showing up way before it started so no one was at the entrance to check for the little blue wristband. See we were possibly meant to get tickets as Hubby was possibly going to do a bit of bv's for The Band. And in fact, tickets were sorted out - well not for me but at least for Hubby. And then this guy, The Band's main man, lost them. So that was that. Although there was an extensive off venue program and I managed to catch just a bit of it at the Nordic House. Sweet little girl with a guitar did three little songs. And when I was walking down Laugavegur on Sunday I heard some noise coming out of Hljomalind that sounded like a girl managing to drown drums and guitars by screaming. Oh well, there's always next year - if I'm not too old by then.
Breaking news! We're teething again! When I say we it's because we all stay up for about 2 hours in the middle of the night trying to get back to sleep. And only Baby wakes up the next morning with a cheery smile, the first thing that escapes his lips: kabubbi! Meaning "Hvar er Bubbi!" Meaning "Where's Bob the Builder?" Meaning "Make Bob the Builder appear on telly so I can dance and sing and laugh a lot". Only thing is, Bob the Builder only exists at the grandparents', so we deal with that tantrum and move on.
From the workfront, I spend my days growling at drawings of concrete that seem to have no end, the Boss has eloped to India, 1GL has sunk her teeth into apparently interesting bits and the other one is sinking her teeth into my brain sending spasms to my mouth that has to struggle very hard not to shout: DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!!!
Adios for now then, lotsa lurve!