“Bruce, Mrs Long just called,” Tracey’s voice came sweetly out of my phone, meaning she wanted something. “Have you seen her dog? It must have got out today and she can’t find it.”
I know it’s a cliche but whatcha gonna do?
I don’t know who I’m crankier with at the moment: our new cat, or my old wife.
It’s only four turns in 900m from school to home, but gee we can fit a lot in after school some days. Like this week we managed two surprised in the one trip.
Three hours. That’s how long it was from walking past the pet section in Kmart until we were leaving our local RSPCA with a new family member
It could have been worse. I still can’t believe it wasn’t.
“Why can’t I be a trophy husband?” I asked the kids as the family sat around playing boardgames over Christmas.
It took a second or two to realise what was going on. Suddenly the room was filled with a loud industrial sort of humming…
“Bruce,” exclaimed Tracey, glaring daggers at the base of my neck, “don’t move!”
#ad My love of Christmas is only slightly dampened by the difficulty of working around five GLUTEN intolerant children.
I’ve been waiting nearly two weeks to share this story. Actually, two stories.
There’s a question you get a lot when people like Tracey & I meet other parents and start up a chat.