High School Black Market Exposed!
byFrom gluttony to a glut, all in the space of a nice night out.
From gluttony to a glut, all in the space of a nice night out.
“Your daughter thinks you’re an idiot,” Tracey wandered into our bedroom to tell me this morning. She delivered this in a matter of fact sort of tone I couldn’t have pulled off had the tables been turned. It’s hard to sound uninterested when you’re grinning like an idiot.
I was sitting at work today eating my lunch out of one of the kids’ pink lunch boxes. It was all a little exciting, especially as we’d run out of cling wrap so it was all individually wrapped in alfoil meaning the whole thing was kind of spaceman themed.