What A Dick
byIt’s not often my father surprises me, but last night he managed to.
It’s not often my father surprises me, but last night he managed to.
I met a genuine, real life, legit hero this week. And I took the kids along so they could too.
This might be why I get nothing done.
Try not to gag.
Here’s the latest and the most recent on Tracey’s progress at the Royal Brisbane Womens Hospital.
It’s so hard to know, when you’re reading a sponsored post like this, whether or not the author genuinely likes a product or not. Well not only do I really, truly, honestly and genuinely like BEADOS, I can prove it.
Fathers are better at shopping with kids than mothers. Fact.
Pants, it seems, intend being a real problem for me this month.
Did some shopping today. But tell me, does my ass look big in these?
My kids love capes around here and now we have a heap more which are even more special and super, because they’re personalised.
My first thought was, ‘I’m so stupid! Thank goodness no one saw me doing that!’
‘You just can’t beat those genetics!’ the message from a friend of mine read. She was referring to an incident I’d rather hoped she’d forgotten about.
No one wants to take credit for the medical miracle which is lying beside me in her hospital bed while I type this. A bed, I should point out, which is no longer in ICU.
Not sure if having guests around makes my kids more gross than usual, or if I just notice it more when there’s an audience.
Sometimes the best news is the last thing you’d expect.