Playing The Long Game
byA squeal of delight had me ducking into our bedroom yesterday, eager to see if I could be included.
A squeal of delight had me ducking into our bedroom yesterday, eager to see if I could be included.
I came out of this smelling like roses.
I was worried about sinus issues. It was much worse.
Some loud bangs in the kitchen alerted me to the fact my wife was looking for something.
Tracey walked into our laundry and stopped. “What are you doing?” she asked me. It wasn’t a brainteaser. I was putting a couple of loads of washing into our machines and had just scooped in some powder.
Every now and then I see a glimpse of me coming out in the kids. Which is fine. Unless my wife sees it as well.
A wonderful, quick story from a friend of mine, copied and pasted directly from Facebook. Sometimes there’s simply nothing to add.
I love my old movies. I love watching them over and over.
“Does cat pee kill grass?” my father asked my mother this week.
Not many men have gone this close to making a truly fatal mistake and lived to tell the tale…
Why is it, unlike my wife, I never think of these clever ways to create the illusion that Dad knows everything?