Painting Myself Into a Corner
byI may not be able to run like I used to, but jeez I can still move when I need to.
BIG laughs
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
2019 Best Sportsing Effort Award Goes To….
byWell, this was unexpected. Unexpected, unwanted, unnecessary and completely unbelievable. All of the un words. Right up until the truth was uncovered.
Listen Carefully
byOkay, I think enough time has passed I can probably tell this story without naming names or pointing fingers.
A Post About Our Sex Life
byThought I’d dispense with the awkward bit in the title.
Christmas Confessional
byOnly one slight issue this Christmas.
Life, the Universe and Everything Tracey
byI let Tracey choose the photo for this post as a birthday treat. Big mistake it turns out.
No Take Backs – Hilarious Finale!
byFirst, a little background. Last week I posted a story told to me by my brother (highly recommend you read this post first: No…
Scents Of Humour
by“Hey, I’m in here!” bellowed Master13. You already know what this is about, don’t you. 😀
No Take Backs
bySpoke to my brother this morning and he had a great story to share. So now I do too!
Waking The D****ead
byAnyone else out there struggle to get a teenage boy out of bed in the morning?
We’ve Hit a Wall
byWho doesn’t like to hear their kids playing well together? It makes me think maybe – just maybe – I’ve done something right. Not so much this time though…
I Tell a Lie
byWith my kids I’ve always dug in on the fact you’re better off telling the truth and taking a hit, rather than lying to get out of something awkward. Wish I’d taken my own advice.
Making Our Bed and Lying In It
byWe’ve been sort of caught in the act. Well I say, ‘kind of’. Tracey says, ‘near enough’. Miss14 says she’s gonna need therapy. Lots and lots of therapy.
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.