So very Pink

Thanks Lise for tip.

Coach trip to Wagga Wagga goes awry

When they took my luggage off the coach, I suspected nothing (I think they suspected something). Anyway, one "controlled explosion" later I have no (well few) pink clothes.
Now I know I launched a desperate campaign for Walkers cheese and onion crisps only recently, and this is not an charity site, but bear in mind those crisps weren't for me but for Colombian terrorists, so I am appealing once more for you all to HELP!

What is required is pink garments (mens size small) either advice as to where to buy them or donations of same.

P.S. Oh and no, they released me, pending further investigations, which means they are going to forensically examine some singed cotton and I would think a now very foxed copy of Murakami's After the quake. I can't believe they will pursue the case whatever it is that they thought I was doing/carrying. Also, the coach company refused to take me after this roadside catastrofuck, they did refund me the ticket money though. So Wagga Wagga remains thus far this weekend unvisited. I am actually going to Albury Wodonga soon for the wearable art thing soon, so I might make a side trip, we shall see. My wearable art btw is an upside down hat with some nice batik work, it's a bit Jasper Conran, but this is country Victoria so, heh, no one is going to know. Bitch, much!

P.P.S. Yeah, and it's not as though I never gave you anything.

UPDATE
Insurance company won't pay up! and I have to wait and see if I am charged with any offence. If the police don't charge me I can sue apparently, but the insurance company said don't expect to see anything for at least 2 years! Did I mention it before, HELP!
Ooh, just remembered $900 Rudd money coming through this week, forget I asked, miser.

Perfect

apologies for poor quality of camera phone picture

Today I took #1 son to the optometrists, he had said he apparently had been having difficulty seeing things at a distance. However after testing he was declared to have normal healthy sight in all regards. So I don't know how he got to thinking he couldn't see. But anyway, the good thing is my children all retain perfect function in all their senses (and limbs etc.), which is good as obviously I could not countenance any weakness or disability in them. I have no problem with the differently-abled in general (J'aime certaines dames avec des lunettes) but to have anything less than perfection in something I produced is enough to induce vomiting even at the mere thought. But I'm not a monster, I would not outright reject a child of mine that was not perfect, I would remain on civil terms with them at least up until their age of majority.
So after the good news, I took the children shopping to celebrate their continued small semblance of myself, and to their utter joy I found a nice pink t-shirt to go with my other pink clothes collection. Some children I am told are demanding of things for themselves when they go shopping, mine luckily are very content merely to be observers to my purchases.

Pink

Pink

I found these American sweets (in a shop) and could not resist the packaging, and just look at the pink things that were hiding inside. Can't you feel the luxuriant pinkishness.