I have a confession
byI have a confession to make: I thought the reason I had less dumb stuff to write about was because I was getting better…
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I Am My Father’s Son
byI love nothing more than finding a reason to run down to the local hardware where I can check out the tape measures. These are the only ‘tools’ Tracey lets me play with these days. I have five.
Well Hung
byWith our updated ‘FAMILY’ set of photos hanging in the dining room, we decided to hang the older set up in the lounge room. Well I decided to – as a surprise for Tracey while she was at work today.
From the shed of broken dreams
byThis 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.