the end was just the beginning
I took the kids and their cousin to Luna Park yesterday. They all have season passes ($99 for two years - best Christmas present EVER), so if you pack snacks and water bottles it's virtually a free day out. Especially if you score one of the 70c an hour metered spots on the harbour -... Continue Reading →
We had our neighbours over on Sunday. Not the noisy ones, they've thankfully moved far, far away. Or the ones who invited me to dinner and I disgraced myself by getting drunk and spewing in their bathroom between entree and main. And not the ones with the phantom baby. The ones whose mail I lost.... Continue Reading →
I kicked off the week with a car crash - a galoot with a ciggie in one hand and a mobile phone in the other ran up the back of my bomb. Yay ... actually, booooo. Read about it by clicking here. I reminisced about a harrowing weekend when we sewed monsters then a doddery... Continue Reading →
We're a little ocean-obsessed here in the Household. The kids adore a splash in the waves, I never feel more at peace than when exploring the rockpools at Merewether Beach, homemade fish fingers are the family's favourite dinner ... the eldest even has an under-the-sea themed bedroom complete with fish swimming on the walls and... Continue Reading →
Do not give me a compliment under any circumstances. I'll just say something like "This old thing?" or "It really needs a trim" or "I forgot to add enough salt". And we'll both feel awkward and embarrassed. So let's just agree, right here and now, that compliments are completely wasted on me. Because I have... Continue Reading →
After the lunacy of last night and the battle of the dickwads looming, the big question in my mind is ... what to bake for the election day cake stall at the kids' school? Hmmmm. In previous years I've done Three Little Pigs Cupcakes, Reindeer Cupcakes and Polar Bear Cupcakes ... to name just a... Continue Reading →
I went out last night with Sister for dinner. I'd been planning a booze-free Monday, but she arrived with a bottle of red. It would have been rude to refuse. But it didn't leave much time/energy for creative thought. And my electric blanket beckoned (geez it's hard to get up early on dark wintry mornings).... Continue Reading →
A galoot with a ciggie in one hand and a mobile phone in the other rear-ended my shite heap of a car on Saturday. Damn him. There I was, minding my own business, waiting to exit my local shopping centre carpark when whomp! I was tempted to blame myself for the sorry scenario (any excuse... Continue Reading →
I started the week a Hollow Husk following a weekend crammed with the birth of Kim Kardashian's baby, Nigella Lawson's "playful tiff" with her husband and the release of Curtis Stone's wedding photos. I decided to cover them all on iVillage in addition to spending quality time with my family, so things got a mite... Continue Reading →
I wanted to kill my husband yesterday, except I thought he was already dead. I woke up at 5.45am to discover he wasn't lying beside me in bed. The last I'd seen him was the night before, when he dashed off to catch a bus at 6.30pm. Some drinks thingy in town. I had no... Continue Reading →
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