the end was just the beginning
Husband normally says "Yes, yes" and ignores my property fetishes, but he loved this one. All that lovely, natural light. It's a bit like a Hobbit home at our current abode, dim and cool. And that pool - awesome! There are just a couple of problems with this rare shared fantasy - the auction is... Continue Reading →
The Household went camping on the weekend. OK, we went cabining. We went with a crowd from the Sprogs' school, who all pitched tents. Aldi had a camping gear sale, so we could have stocked up and still come out of it cheaper than the freaking expensive cabin we booked. But sleeping on the ground... Continue Reading →
I've been experimenting with konjac noodles again. I discovered the organic SlimPasta ones are gluten-free (Dr Google also tells me that excessive consumption can have a laxative effect, but I'm pretending I didn't see that). I introduced Husband the delights of 9.5 calories per 100g noodles and he pronounced them weird but not too bad.... Continue Reading →
When I was 17, my mum got a puppy as a leaving gift from work. We called him Casper. My sister was initially underwhelmed. She'd been yearning for "a real dog". When my dad got home from work and saw Casper asleep in my lap, he said: "I hope that's a toy." My dad didn't... Continue Reading →
I've become a little fixated - no, really, me? - on Sprog 1's party bags. I want them to be a source of delight for their recipients. Since Sprog 1 is having a science experiment party, I'm hoping to create something that reflects the theme. So I've been Googling myself into a coma as I... Continue Reading →
I'm torn, should I get Sprog 1 a Roadkill Toy for Christmas (for a Roadkill history lesson click here)? I'm thinking about Smudge the Squirrel (my favourite is Grind the Rabbit, but that seems in poor taste since Mr Bunnykins joined the family). Does buying Sprog 1 a Smudge make me a bad mother? Does... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1 turns 9 today. I can't quite believe it. God help me, she's a tween. When she was born, she looked like this (enormous and cranky) ... And pretty much stayed that way for the next three months. I thought all babies wailed that much (until Sprog 2 came along and wailed much, much... Continue Reading →
Dear Katherine, I have a confession to make. I know Anglican priests (you go girl!) don't take confession, but I'm hoping you'll find it in your heart to provide absolution. There's something I've been too mortified to tell you. The SMS you sent yesterday shocked me to the core. The words were so innocent: "Sorry... Continue Reading →
Husband fixes all his technology problems with Google search. He was typing in "I want to see my Genius ..." something or other ... whatever that means ... I don't understand iTunes ... when he noticed a funny thing. The moment he got to "I want to see ..." the most popular search terms starting... Continue Reading →
Naturally, peace on earth and goodwill to all men tops my list of Christmas wishes but, while that's being sorted, there's some other stuff I'd quite fancy too. People reckon I'm hard to buy for. I can't understand why. There are soooooo many things I'd like. My Christmas lust list was ignited when I saw... Continue Reading →
