According To 2 Out Of 5 Kids…
byAt the risk of appearing conceited, I have decided I am a genius.
2014
A Letter Of Apology
byDear Neighbours,
I’m sorry…
Potato And Leek Soup
byI love making this soup. Not because it’s easy, although it isn’t hard. And not because it’s quick, because it takes about an hour and a half from start to stop. The reason I love it is that my wife loves it, and I love making her happy.
My Contraceptive Life
by“I’ve always wanted five kids,” the checkout chick at IGA said to me last Thursday when the five kids and I rocked up to her counter.
The Sting
by“Can I have everyone’s attention please!” I said at work, raising my voice when there were no customers in the branch. “I have something to say which you all need to know.”
Overcoming Teething Problems
bySome people know how to work with kids. Some don’t. Fortunately our dentist is in the former group.
Blessed Are The Cheesy Cheesemakers
by“Am I looking cheesy enough?’ I grinned and asked as my cheese making partner, Karen, took my photo. There was a lot of this going on.
The Heat Is On
byShe’s a climber. She’s a runner. She’s a dodger. She’s a hider. Plus, she’s dead keen on playing with knives. She’s genuinely the biggest pain in the butt child we’ve ever had.
Making Sense Of Dollars – GIVEAWAY
byLoans are like that 90’s hit by Poison, Every Rose Has It’s Thorn: They look fantastic for getting what you need now instead of later, but you need to be aware of the pitfalls or you could get hurt.
The Big Bang Query
byIsn’t it funny how your tastes and expectations change from when you’re a kid to when you grow up.
‘I Am Gay’
byGoing through checkout at Woolies today and the lady behind me threw down the Sunday Mail on the conveyor belt with much gusto, its ‘I AM GAY’ headline staring up at me.
I Attempt To Curry Favour With My Wife
byI hate making excuses. It’s the worst part about having to pull out of an engagement. Especially when your excuse is…well…a little shite.
My Big Day
byWe’re always keen for a dress up at work in the name of charity. Especially if it involves putting me in a dress. Not that I mind. After all, I have spotted a tremendous up side to all this.
I Am My Father’s Son
byI love nothing more than finding a reason to run down to the local hardware where I can check out the tape measures. These are the only ‘tools’ Tracey lets me play with these days. I have five.
My Fair Ladies
by“From now on we’re sitting at the table with the kids for every meal,” Tracey told me this week.