HP & Me
byWarning: I’ve got my ranty pants on again
HP & Me
High School Black Market Exposed!
byFrom gluttony to a glut, all in the space of a nice night out.
Testing The Waters
byThe results are in: wives are way effing cunning. Tracey, you will NEVER convince me you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. It’s on, you sexy, deceitful biatch.
We’ve Hit a Snag
byDespite the mess, ultimately Tracey enjoyed this even more than the kids.
Do These Genes Look Good On Me?
byMy DNA results are in!
Thinking Outside The Box
by“I don’t need to take a lunchbox to school,” Miss6 explained to me. “I’m having tuck shop.” This was news to everyone except her.
We help a woman who had me pissing myself laughing
byToday something happened which reminded me what a great thing it is for our family to be involved with helping people around the world through KIVA.
The Early Worm
by“Let’s talk business, Dad,” Miss11 said to me while I sipped my coffee. “I’ve got a proposal for you.”
Fire!
byI stay awake some nights unable to fight off the nightmare thought of not being able to get all the kids out in time…
Making Wrong’s Write
byTracey says this post could open the flood gates, but I think we can handel it.
Not As Dumb As Some
byDone it. The first traditional school day after eighteen months of homeschool. I don’t know about the kids but we’re friggin’ exhausted.
It Seems I’m An Open Book
byI blame Marvel.
SecondBite of the Cherry
byOur youngest got a little introspective which resulted in our kitchen getting a little messed up.
Why Are We Here?
byWhy on earth are we back in Gympie when we have a bus decked out with beds? Well, I’ll tell you…
Gimme a ‘Fork No!’
byThe art of Hollaback is not dead. At least not in this family.