The courier arrived at house at 9:34am this morning, everyone was gone already except for Matthew who was sleeping and decided to ignore the bell, so when I got home from uni at 11:10ish I opened the letter box to see if the mail had arrived and lo and behold there was a missed delivery slip, to be picked up after 12:30 at the local post office. So I berate Matthew for not answering the door and prepare to wait, excitedly talk to Karl and Karyn about it.
Round about 12:10, I pop on the bike and cycle down to the post office, I arrive at 12:22, the courier had not arrived yet. 12:30 comes and goes and he still has not arrived. 12:40, he pulls up and as he walks toward the post office with a single parcel. My Parcel. I greet him at the door, he asks if this mine and I say it is sure is, he comments that he was suprised that no-one was home since someone normally is – shows how often I get stuff delivered 
. I signed the docket, popped the parcel in my bag and powered home, ripped it open, found the english manual, my spainish is nowhere that good. Located the battery, popped it in the charger and waited. Still waiting, though I did take it out after 30 mins at Karl’s asking to take some photos but of course he went to bed whilst I was still figuring out the software. Battery is back in the charger now.
Over all it is so small, with the 50mm attached it will fit quite nicely in my handbag 🙂 :).
Last night partway through Matthew’s 18th party, Sean and I made our way over to Brooke’s 18th, which was also the party for her friend Abby who had turned 18 recently as well. We had a great night, hanging out with guys from Sean’s indoor team, Brooke and her friends as well as the various parents. It was a nice, relaxed night hanging out on the deck, eating, laughing, drinking, chatting and watching a certain someone pretend to feed the dog burbon. <– which was immensley funny to watch the reaction when people thought the dog was been fed burbon.
After the utterly decant cake from