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…
I’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…
We went to Brisbane this weekend for a family meet up. Good move. My family is genuine blog fodder.
Exhibit A and Exhibit B look essentially the same to me.
It’s not all beer and pretzels in the Devereaux household at the moment.
So you know how I’m a blogger who also happens to be a banker (with a ‘b’)? Well in three weeks that will change.
I doubt there’ll be a parent, and more specifically a mother, who can’t relate to this post. This conversation happened in the fitting rooms of a department store in Gympie this very morning.
“I think she needs a nappy changed,” Tracey told me on Sunday morning as Miss2 waddled by with a nappy so full it was bobbing along between her knees like a bee’s stinger. It was full in the same way the Titanic has taken on a little water.