My Wife’s Awake To Me
by“You suck,” Tracey told me this morning. Unfortunately, she wasn’t even saying it to be funny.
“You suck,” Tracey told me this morning. Unfortunately, she wasn’t even saying it to be funny.
It started with a colourful silvery bit of foil.
My team won the debate! For anyone who’s interested or conflicted about the idea that art is actually sexier than chocolate, here’s my speech.
A delicious four ingredient recipe so easy a four year old could do it. In fact, she did.
The final stage in that all important milestone – kids wiping their own bums.
“Where’d she get chocolate?” I stammered when Miss3 came running up to me with her face and hands covered in it.
I’ve spent my holidays trying to show how indispensable I am around the house. So close, and yet, predictably, so very, very far….
I’ve never really been one to tiptoe between the shelves to find condoms or tampons. In fact, there have been times in my past when I’ve fairly skipped down the condom aisle.
“What’s wrong with you?” Tracey asked young Master8 earlier this week.
He was grumpy. He had his sad face on. He was short with everyone. He wasn’t dishing out the love.
Master8 made these with Grandma this morning and the whole lot have already disappeared.