High School Black Market Exposed!
byFrom gluttony to a glut, all in the space of a nice night out.
From gluttony to a glut, all in the space of a nice night out.
The results are in: wives are way effing cunning. Tracey, you will NEVER convince me you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. It’s on, you sexy, deceitful biatch.
Despite the mess, ultimately Tracey enjoyed this even more than the kids.
My DNA results are in!
“I don’t need to take a lunchbox to school,” Miss6 explained to me. “I’m having tuck shop.” This was news to everyone except her.
Today something happened which reminded me what a great thing it is for our family to be involved with helping people around the world through KIVA.
“Let’s talk business, Dad,” Miss11 said to me while I sipped my coffee. “I’ve got a proposal for you.”
I stay awake some nights unable to fight off the nightmare thought of not being able to get all the kids out in time…
Tracey says this post could open the flood gates, but I think we can handel it.
Done it. The first traditional school day after eighteen months of homeschool. I don’t know about the kids but we’re friggin’ exhausted.
I blame Marvel.
Our youngest got a little introspective which resulted in our kitchen getting a little messed up.
Why on earth are we back in Gympie when we have a bus decked out with beds? Well, I’ll tell you…
The art of Hollaback is not dead. At least not in this family.
Phones and driving don’t mix. I know that. And yet today…