Ten Things I Never Want To Do Again
by1. Date. I hate dating. Mainly because I’m really bad at it. It’s genetic though. My father took my mother on a date to watch…
1. Date. I hate dating. Mainly because I’m really bad at it. It’s genetic though. My father took my mother on a date to watch…
All those fairy tales and stories we hear when we’re kids – did you ever wish one of them was true?
I understand how during pregnancy there are all sorts of things going on inside the female’s body. You know, hormonally. And on Sunday night I got to see just how radically the hormones have changed my wife.
I’ve never liked cars. Not ever. Especially old ones which have lost their youthful vitality and just want to curl up and nap all the time, as mine tend to do.
Eyesore or not, Tracey wasn’t convinced replacing the old BBQ with one I’d assemble myself would improve the look of our outdoor area.
Slumber parties are a minefield of possible disasters. Here’s a few tips I’ve put together to help you survive.
“I know what sex is,” our young Miss7 announced in the bath, and Tracey and I froze dead in our tracks
A list of the stuff I don’t do around the house which Tracey wishes I would finish so I could cross it off the list.
We were torn violently from our slumber at 1am this morning by a screaming smoke alarm.
We all have expressions we’re ‘famous’ for: little catch cries which family and friends readily associate with us.
Diary of a family in denial. We denied ourselves phones, computers, telly and all things electronically entertaining (fun).
I tell you, it’s a wonder anything gets done at our house because when it comes to electronic distractions our place is definitely on the map
This weekend I rediscovered something I haven’t seen for a long, long time. Years, in fact. And I have some local juvenile delinquents to thank for it.