Heading further down under

Tomorrow I'm off to discover Tasmania for about a week. I've heard that it's absolutely beautiful, and I'm looking forward to seeing a Tasmanian devil (cute little guy on the left), and trying to see a Tasmanian tiger (the more dog-like than tiger-like creature to the right). Unfortunately the tiger is presumed extinct since this was the last known one to be photographed since 1933. But my camera will be ready for any and all sightings of creatures! I was buying a book on Tasmania today and the lady said, "Oh Tassie. I absolutely love it there. One of the most beautiful spots in the world." I nodded and told her I was very excited to go. "How are you getting there?" I told her I was flying. "Are you single or married?" Interesting leap from the previous question about transport, but whatever, and confirmed I was single. "Oh, you really should've taken the boat. You'd find lots of guys that way. I used to do it with my girlfriends all the time. It was a blast!" Huh. Well needless to say, my plans haven't changed and I'm still making the short flight to the town of Launceston tomorrow.

The week hasn't been too eventful, thus the empty blog, although I did manage to flood the laundry room AND kitchen yesterday, which is not as easy to accomplish as one might initially think. Between that and the dog looking at me pitiably because we had to put her on a diet and she apparently dislikes the new and expensive dog food, that about sums it up! Oh yes, and I learned that the term "Manchester" does not refer to the city in northern England like I had thought, but instead refers to bed linen. I have no idea why. I stopped asking those kinds of questions weeks ago.