Not Your Average Snowflake
by“You want to know…,” said Tracey slowly, deliberately, quietly into the phone, “…if I have a man with me?” Her expression was suddenly combatant and could be read as, oh, you did not just say that.
“You want to know…,” said Tracey slowly, deliberately, quietly into the phone, “…if I have a man with me?” Her expression was suddenly combatant and could be read as, oh, you did not just say that.
I know men are typically expected to control the remotes, but that doesn’t happen like that on the bus.
As well as my latest anecdote, I’ve included a video of me getting the car onto our trailer, and photos from Port Fairy and Warrnambool
Origin must have liked the first post I wrote for them because they asked me to do another.
We’d both decided, without a word to each other, to not get up this morning. If only we’d remembered to tell our youngest child.
I can’t believe the MND (that’s Australian for ALS – must be the accent) Ice Bucket Challenge finally caught up with me, although I knew it eventually would.
Temperatures are dropping around here and the thing is I have a love/hate relationship with winter.
It’s like we’ve never done cold weather before in this house.
We have three kids staying home today with colds. Last night the chorus of coughs was so constant I’d wake up if there were a few seconds of silence.
We had no idea how our young son has suffered through this winter.
“Winter sucks. I hate cold,” Master7 told me this morning as he undressed and threw on his uniform.