Wax On. Wax Off. Wax Lyrical.
byI have a confession to make: my name is Bruce and I have an issue with earwax.
pool
Why I Need To Watch My Step Around Here
byRaising five girls can be hard. And occasionally painful.
Breaking Out In A Nervous Rash
byThis idea is a little bit priceless.
Here Where The Sun Don’t Shine
byAround here we take our slip slop slap seriously. By which I mean, Tracey takes our slip slop slap seriously and the rest of us have learned we’ll get out the door if we don’t try to argue.
A Shitty Little Post
byIt’s not all beer and pretzels in the Devereaux household at the moment.
I Come Clean
byThe good thing about kicking the kids into the backyard is having the house to myself for an hour. Well, that’s the dream.
Something Beginning With..
by“I spy with my little eye something beginning with……S!” said Master8. The answer was shed, the doors of which were the only thing visible through the front windscreen. We hadn’t left yet.
Poo(l)
by“You stay home with the sleeping baby,” I told my wife, “and get some editing done, and I’ll take the others to the pool.” I pictured me reading a book while they splashed around in the wading pool. No. Not even close.