the end was just the beginning
Someone's getting a lot of action in the Household at the moment. And it's not me. Mr Frodo Bunnykins is IN DEMAND. It's hardly surprising - he's pretty damn cute. The shagging festival began while he was being bunnysitted the other weekend. I got a text message from the school mum who'd volunteered to look... Continue Reading →
My talented 12-year-old niece Phoebe is a champion knitter. After her sister's birthday party last weekend, she showed us the aliens she's been clicketty-clacking for a local craft fair. She's hoping to sell the aliens as wacky Christmas decorations at The Olive Tree market in Newcastle on December 1. I'll send a bloggy reminder if... Continue Reading →
I have all these itches that I'm dying to scratch. Remember my bizarre head lump? The one the doctor stared at blankly and failed to diagnose? My hairdresser reckons it's psoriasis. (Not growing a unicorn horn as Sprog 1 so whimsically suggested, sadly.) I'm not quite sure why I had to go to a salon... Continue Reading →
I thought my youngest had outgrown her doll fetish, but she recently announced she's asking Santa for a doll that talks and cries. Me being me, I immediately hit the internet in search of the perfect one. I Googled "talking doll" and discovered ... a series of news reports about dolls swearing, threatening and preaching... Continue Reading →
The Sprogs love nothing more than visiting their cousins. A cousin's birthday? Pretty close to nirvana. Yesterday Cousin Tessie had a party. In the lead-up to Halloween, we discovered a tool on http://www.picmonkey.com that turned photos into ZOMBIE PHOTOS. So we turned Cousin Tessie into one for her birthday card. We were quite thrilled with... Continue Reading →
If I were rich ... I would buy Sprog 2 a cherry blossom tree lamp for her bedroom. I think it would look quite magical in the corner, lit up at night. Twilight Trees (www.twilighttrees.com.au) sells 1.8m ones for $1800, but they have white trunks. I'm more a brown trunk girl, call me a realist... Continue Reading →
This isn't a blog about Husband begging me to renew our vows. It's not a blog about me being propositioned by a drunk at the pub. It's about the heavens sending signs that I should tell you something. Mumabulous' latest blog reveals how her husband popped the question in A Decent Proposal and she asks others... Continue Reading →
As I was driving the kids to school yesterday, the almost-9-year-old announced that a girl in the book she was reading liked to cut shapes in her hand with a pencil sharpener and drip blood onto her school books. Inwardly, I was horrified, but outwardly I attempted to stay calm. I didn't want to raise... Continue Reading →
Ah, Melbourne Cup Day ... so many memories. During my glory years at Woman's Day I hosted many a fancy luncheon, once the advertising department even kitted out stables at Moore Park for a soiree. During leaner times, the food director would bake sausage rolls for the staff to inhale while we slurped cheap champagne... Continue Reading →
I so can't afford this place, but that doesn't stop me perving. When I worked in Double Bay - many bizarre moons ago, there's probably a blog in it - I used to gaze longingly at this property as I walked down the hill from Edgecliff station. It's a house on top of an apartment... Continue Reading →
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