Australian Crack

• I have indulged in far too many of these bad boys over the last few days. Naturally, I blame the Bob for introducing them to me. They come in a variety of flavors and styles, taunting you from multiple locations in the grocery store. They are my new life crack.

• It's good to know then that after this week, I will no longer be sitting at home alone eating my weight in TimTams.  I will be hard at work! Starting Monday I'll be the Manager of Corporate Engagement with a local non profit organization in WA. I even have a new bag to prove it!

• Australians love their booze. After dinner, Bob and I were driving home and there was a guy walking somewhat awkwardly down the street carrying what I assume to be a 36-pack of beer. Bob honked at him and threw his fist up "as a gesture of solidarity" and the guy somehow managed to throw a fist back. While carrying 36 beers. They both seemed pretty pleased with themselves.  I'm fairly certain this interaction demonstrates a combination of the Bob being a bloke and the entire Australian people being a little coo coo for cocoa puffs.

• Australians also love their tea time. But, unlike the Brits, it doesn't seem to be because they especially enjoy tea.  Rather, 'morning tea' is just an excuse to get together, have a warm beverage and share each other's pastries.  There is even a morning tea scheduled for the first volunteering event we have planned next week.  It's not labeled as a "break" as in "do what you want for 10 minutes and then come back" but rather as a group tea time. I could get down with tea time: a country that builds their day around pastries and socializing is my kind of place.

• Side note: There are birds outside my window that sound like dying cats. Those guys I could do without.