Pees In A Pood
byIt turns out my wife and I have a different idea of what constitutes success. Mine is wrong.
It turns out my wife and I have a different idea of what constitutes success. Mine is wrong.
Things have certainly changed a lot since I was a kid. And I’m only just beginning to understand how much.
“Oh. My. God!” said Tracey suddenly. She cupped her mouth and a horrid sort of look appeared on her face. Something was majorly wrong…
Getting the kids to bed on Christmas Eve is painful. At least, in this house.
Long trips in the car give dads like me ample opportunity to mess with our kids…
This has been our best trip to Brisbane. Ever.
And I’ll tell you why…
I have something to say about the siege in Sydney, and it may not be what you’re expecting.
Think you’ve got it tough raising your kids? Spare a thought for a friend of ours who, thanks to her tradie husband, is raising a right little ocker.
The best part of Christmas isn’t the ham or even the presents. The best part is family so don’t spend your day attempting a Nigella #ColesMoreChristmas
Shopping centres and supermarkets seem to attract crooks.
I’ve worked in retail so I’ve seen my fair share of it, from drive offs at the pump to the five finger discounts on sweets and drinks.
So when this guy at the supermarket this morning seemed to take a serious interest in the contents of my shopping trolley I knew just how to handle it.
We were headed for the supermarket to buy my wife a birthday present. That ‘husband of the year’ trophy is in the bag.
“There’s poo in the bathroom!” yelled Miss4, racing into our office and tugging frantically on my shirt.
“Great,” I said…
Best you know up front, I’ve got my ranty pants on.
One of the things I love about small towns is how everyone knows who you are. It’s not for some people, I know, but I like the sense of belonging. There is a flip side, however: You can’t get away with anything.
If you don’t like Christmas, turn away now, because I am about to go all Santa’s Elf on you. #ColesMoreChristmas