The decking of our unit at Currarong wasn't a bad place for breakfast on a Saturday morning was it? In fact, many of you actually got picture messages of my lazy breakfast by the water... hopefully if you got that message from my phone, you had grey Sydney skies to contend with, to make you jealous.

But that food you see on the table doesn't magically appear, and seeing as though the boys were arriving a few hours (and a few beers) ahead of the girls, we decided to do the shopping. Apart from an abundance of beers, pies, ice-cream, doritos, salsa, chocolate and sausages and low fat milk. Because we watch our fatness.

We also bought nuts and vegetables... and as boys are prone to do, we had fun shopping without female companionship. So much fun in fact that most of the trolley was filled with snacks, steak and beer. Can you say 'flying broccoli'?

Yes. Here I was in the vegetable section, casually pushing the trolley around and minding my own business when Josh started lobbing vegetables at me... tomatoes, broccoli and even a freaking pineapple. And not from close range either... we are talking length of the aisle distance here. There was so much force that when I caught the broccoli, little pieces of green stuff disloged from the vegetable, and loged itself down inside my shirt.

And then there was Josh spinning and mixing his nuts. In the middle of the store. Some old lady even laughed at him for it. Josh decided to buy some nuts to snack on, and even though the nuts were different prices, Josh, being the sketchy entrepreneur he is, put a heap of expensive nuts in with the cheaper nuts to save money. Sketch.

Then I guess God decided to get him back... Josh held the top of the bag, and spun the bottom of it (you know... to close the top... as you do). But something went wrong. There was either TOO much spinning force going on, or Josh had crammed in too many expensive nuts into the bag with the cheap nuts.

The corner of the bag split as it picked up speed... sending nuts spiralling out of control in all directions in the middle of the vegetable section. People everywhere were being peppered with Josh's out of control nuts... children screamed and old women dived for cover behind the fruit tables...

... so Josh, please take care when handling your nuts ok? Oh, and the lady at the counter with the mullet also asked if you could not mix your nuts next time... it makes it hard for her.