Book’em
byIn the proper ‘not quite parenting’ style I embrace I was informed over toast there was Year 7 Readers Cup at Sippy Downs that…
BIG blog
The blog, the whole blog and nothing but the blog.
I have a confession
byI have a confession to make: I thought the reason I had less dumb stuff to write about was because I was getting better…
The Luckiest Devereaux
byWhen I was about eighteen dad ruined a perfectly good meal by announcing I’d be expected to do his eulogy. “You’re the oldest,” he’d argued when I protested strongly, instantly breaking into the sort of full body dampness lovers of not public speaking will recognise. As such I’ve been dreading the passing of my father more than most for 34 years.
Time To Rest
byMy phone started buzzing Pulled from sleep, I fumbled to remove my sleep apnea mask and simultaneously reach for my phone, which went about…
Blubber Boy
by‘They’ve got seven of the little buggers’, my neighbour probably thought to herself as she complained about the day she’d just had. ‘They’ll understand.’ And we do! Not sure we actually helped though…
Tee is for Tracey
byI chuckled. This was playing out exactly how I envisioned it.
Canoodling was, I assured myself, assured.
This Little Piggy
byIt can’t be a coincidence many of the more disastrous stories I write about start with me being left in charge
There’s Been a Cover Up
byI’m feeling a little unappreciated at the moment.
My Rude Awakening
byShe looks harmless enough, I know. But looks can be deceiving.
What the actual…is that?
by“Oh, FFS!” I said, stopping the car as I backed out of the driveway. In case there’s any doubt, I extrapolated that acronym right the hell out.
Makin’ Bacon
byMy new bestie had only been halfway through the name of the festival and I’d already decided I was interested in wherever this conversation was going.
Rice or Wrong
byI readily agreed to Master14 practising his home economics dish thinking, incorrectly it turned out, it’d be nice to enjoy a stress free night of someone else cooking for the family.
Oh Brother, What Art Thou Thinking Now?
byMy parents’ move to Lutwyche has gone well. For them. I’m exhausted and my brother is still running around like an ER nurse but…
Another Awkwardest Moment
by“Excuse me,” I said, approaching a family of five who looked, from the dad’s expression, like they’d just had an unscheduled pee stop and…
Slap Happy
by“Did Grace show you her hands?” Tracey asked me as she into the kitchen from the car. “Oh,” I said. As in Uh-oh.