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…
I have a confession to make: I thought the reason I had less dumb stuff to write about was because I was getting better…
Been so busy watching Tracey’s dad work on our bus I haven’t had the time to blog. It’s all about to be completed though and we’ll be on our way again. Can’t wait. Meanwhile, this…
I don’t know if this is an isolated thing or everyone experiences it, but we have identified and named a phenomenon which occurs when we have to clean house.
If there’s a better job for this family than testing out toys for Christmas I am yet to find it. Plus it’s been a pleasant distraction for the kids from the stress of late. This is a sponsored post for GLOW SHOW.
It’s so hard to know, when you’re reading a sponsored post like this, whether or not the author genuinely likes a product or not. Well not only do I really, truly, honestly and genuinely like BEADOS, I can prove it.
If it’s one thing I don’t understand it’s all those mail boxes I see around town with ‘No Junk Mail’ stickers on them. I love my junk mail. I get excited when my letter box is full of catalogues.
“Come in here,” Tracey whispered to me when I arrived home from one particularly exhausting solo expedition to the grandparents. She was indicating the bedroom.
“Alright!” I thought to myself, all tiredness swept aside in a rush of adrenaline.
I should have known better.