Fact: My Girls Are Smarter Than My Boy
by…and I can prove it.
Fact: My Girls Are Smarter Than My Boy
Odd Balls & Bikes
byIt’s been a day of odd conversations.
My Easter Witch Hunt
byIt started with a colourful silvery bit of foil.
An Apology
by…of sorts.
Don’t Mess With Me
byPlease.
Not The Reaction I Expected
byI think I might be confusing my five year old daughter when I explain things to her.
My OMG Moment
byI decided I wanted an OMG moment when Tracey rejoined us this evening. Unfortunately, I got it.
More Fool Me
byYou might well be wondering what’s been going on.
Troubled Waters
byTrue or False? I’m really starting to get the hang of DIY with the bus. You decide.
I Eat Foot
byI haven’t heard from my sister-in-law, Shelley, since her birthday and I’m a little worried she thinks I’ve been a cock.
Not Funny
byI don’t think there’ll be a single chuckle in this whole post, and for that I apologise. Fact is, I pretty much just want to skite a bit.
Winging It
byButterflies….something about butterflies seemed to ring a bell, albeit initially in the distant steeple of a village a valley or two over from the bit of brain I was currently occupying.
Seeing Into The Future
byFact: There’s a chance I’m going blind. Also a fact: I don’t have to.
This post is sponsored but the worry about my eyesight is very, very real.
Lock Out
by“Dammit,” said Tracey. She was standing outside the door to our bus looking frustrated with herself, which if I’m honest was a lovely change to her looking frustrated with me.
F-U
byYou read right.