First Contact
byMy son just did a Mike Wazowski. You’ll know the bit I mean.
My son just did a Mike Wazowski. You’ll know the bit I mean.
I’m on my way to Sydeney tomorrow for The Remarkables Group’s 3rd birthday party and Tracey insisted I finally buy myself a mobile. Ish.
The good thing about kicking the kids into the backyard is having the house to myself for an hour. Well, that’s the dream.
“What’s a Sim card?” I asked the lovely Telstra girl who had come into the bank to do banking. While I checked her deposit and punched the keyboard she was attempting to walk me through getting a secondhand iPhone I’d purchased off a mate to work.
The branch went quiet.