It’s a Gift
byIt’s March and I’ve already ruined Christmas.
It’s March and I’ve already ruined Christmas.
I’m often called a leftard on Facebook by people who don’t realise you can’t use the word tard as an insult. I have my ranty pants on, so let’s do this…
He’s so my boy. Poor thing.
It started with Miss13’s blue and green pancakes and rainbow cupcakes…
The best sort of an education comes from delegating. I’ve decided.
Is there anything Barbie can’t do? This week, as part of their homeschooling, she was teaching our kids how to run a business.
Calling dibs is very important around here. How important? Well…
These days I’m spending an exorbitant amount of time hanging around outside girls’ restrooms.
We’ve been sharing bathrooms with strangers for a couple of months now and, as you can probably imagine, bathroom smells are something you hope you don’t notice.
We’d arrived in Brisbane the previous day so Tracey could catch up with her surgical team at RBWH, our bus could get some stickers and we could finally pick up our car trailer. Unfortunately, one of these three things didn’t go very well.
So far on the Bargara to Kenilworth leg we’d swapped knock-knock jokes, talked turtles and discussed, in non-flattering terminology, the driver who’d overtaken us on double lines…
We’ve started doing incredible things before breakfast. If I’m honest it’s a little bit exhausting.
I think we all know someone who’s gone or going or hoping not to. That’s golf. And, coincidentally, melanomas. Thank you to Cancer Council NSW for supporting our family, watching out for others and sponsoring this post.
We expect to be taking off on the next leg of our journey around Oz Sunday afternoon, and we’re all so excited. Well, nearly all…
We’ve finally remembered to do something important and it will make our lap around Australia a lot less stressful.