My Killer Outfit
byIt would seem I am unsuitable for living life on the road.
It would seem I am unsuitable for living life on the road.
You might have picked up on this if you’re a long term reader of my blog, but Tracey is much better at this parenting gig than me. We can both look at the same situation and come up with totally different solutions.
‘You just can’t beat those genetics!’ the message from a friend of mine read. She was referring to an incident I’d rather hoped she’d forgotten about.
“Ahhh!” came squeals from the bedroom tonight. This was absolutely fine by me – provided I don’t have to intervene. How do you think that went?
I’m never very good in social situations. And I don’t just mean at parties. I mean whenever I leave the house.
Grandad is in trouble. Again.
“That was fantastic!” Tracey slurred at me as we pulled into our driveway, home from her 20th School Reunion. How fantastic? Let’s just say I’m glad I wore undies…
“Why’d you send a pair of your undies to daycare?” the husband of a friend of mine asked his wife this week. That’s not a great way to start the dinner conversation…