The Ice Mallet

Having decided, by the tail end of last week, to buy a new computer, Ian popped into Scotsys in Glasgow on his way home from work last Friday and picked one up.

We are now the proud owners of a new iMac.  It works like a dream and has been no trouble at all.  Although it promises to whip some up.  New house, new baby; new computer, new virtual presence.  I've taken the plunge and invested in a .mac account.  I get an email address, the ability to instantly upload from iPhoto to the web and a huge chunk of web space...  I'm thinking of using it to blog.

On Saturday, Ian put together a highlights package from my niece's eighteenth birthday party.  Thankfully, my singing is unheard.  Without going too far down the philosophical road, reliving the experience of being a woman, if only for an evening, has me once more wondering what it feels like for a girl.

So, dear reader, that was Friday and Saturday.  Today is Sunday and time for The Sunday Mallet!  If you didn't know, it's a word association game played out in the comments section. For the original instructions, please click here.  For something vulgar, please click here.

Last week, Salty Sailor left us with vanilla.  The first word to pop into my mind: ice.  Now, my love, it's over to you...!