Troubled Waters
byTrue or False? I’m really starting to get the hang of DIY with the bus. You decide.
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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.
It’s a Gift
byIt’s March and I’ve already ruined Christmas.
Walk It Off
byI’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…
Son Of A Dumb
byHe’s so my boy. Poor thing.
The Breakfast of Chompians
byIt started with Miss13’s blue and green pancakes and rainbow cupcakes…
Half Wit
byThe best sort of an education comes from delegating. I’ve decided.
Market Down
byIs there anything Barbie can’t do? This week, as part of their homeschooling, she was teaching our kids how to run a business.
On Putting Yourself First
byCalling dibs is very important around here. How important? Well…
Time To Reflect
byThese days I’m spending an exorbitant amount of time hanging around outside girls’ restrooms.