Party Favourites
byKids, you can’t take them anywhere, right?
Tracey
Scar Tissue
byAt no point while fantasising about the future Tracey and I might have together did I ever consider we’d one day be in a position to compare scars.
A Shitty Little Post
byIt’s not all beer and pretzels in the Devereaux household at the moment.
Our 2015 BFLI Christmas Message
byI just want to say thank you. AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
Clothes Maketh The Man
byDid some shopping today. But tell me, does my ass look big in these?
Meanwhile Back At Home…
byRallying to the call, my darling sister, Kerri, was on a plane from Cairns just as soon as she could manage to help babysit our five littlies to free me up so I could sit with Tracey. She’s ready to leave now.
I Thought I’d Lost Her
byIf you’ve been looking at the BFLI blogsite or Facebook page the last couple of days and wondering where I’ve been, the answer is to hell and back.
Tracey’s Debut Muster Mainstage Performance
byWhen Tracey was a young girl she used to dream about performing at The Muster with the crowd going off. But then me, kids and a lack of doing anything to help bring that dream about happened and she gave up on that dream.
The Favourite
by“What are you doing there?” Tracey’s sister asked when Tracey picked up the phone at their parent’s place.
A Nightmare Before Christmas
byHave you and your kids watched Arthur Christmas yet? We watched it once then bought the DVD – it is that good. It’s one of those…
My Wife’s Birthday Present Sucks
by“The kids slept well,” Tracey said to me when she emerged from the bedroom this morning. It was a statement, not a question. I…
Rain, Hail or Whine
byHasn’t the weather been funny lately? I know I’ve been getting the odd laugh from it. I’ve been enjoying a number of chats with…
Knee Butter
by“Knee butter!” screamed Miss2 for the umpteenth time. It was 5.00am and we’d been at this for nearly half an hour. I was seriously regretting not pretending to be asleep when she stumbled into our room so my wife could have got up and sorted this out.
The Naked Truth
by“Aaagh!” yelled Master7, stumbling out of his bedroom and into the living room. He was rubbing his eyes so fiercely I thought he’d been…
You Lay Down with Dogs
by“You right in there?” Tracey called out to me. I’d slept in this morning while Tracey supervised the zoo feeding at our dining table….