the end was just the beginning
The Very Bad Book - by Andy Griffiths - is a very good book in Sprog 1's eyes. She thinks all the revolting chapters, like The Dog That Fell Apart, Invasion of the Blood-Sucking Grannies and The Adventures of the Dog Poo Family are totally hilarious. Her favourite scene in Lord Of The Rings is... Continue Reading →
Sure, Magic Mike, 50 Shades of Grey et al are titillating, but I like to get my kicks in other electronic ways. My kind of porn is found at http://www.domain.com.au. I perve at it in bed with the electric blanket on "high". It gets me hot. The property listings are pretty exciting too. I love... Continue Reading →
Wading through the murk so you don't have to ... Robert's smiling again Robert Pattinson side-stepped discussing his romantic hiccups on The Daily Show last night. When the host, Jon Stewart, skirted around the subject of Kristen Stewart breaking his heart, he replied: "My biggest problem is that I don't have a publicist," he said. "I'm... Continue Reading →
I went to a skin cancer clinic a few weeks ago. It was my first time, which is slightly remiss for a pale, freckly redhead who's approaching her fifth decade on the planet. Wow that makes me sound sexy. I went because my mother had been badgering me incessantly. She'd seen a strange mole on... Continue Reading →
My sister sent me a text yesterday asking what she could bring to dinner. I suggested a cleaner. But I settled for a bottle of wine. I'm supposed to be on one of those ridiculous no-drinking-Monday-to-Friday jags - again - but I needed something to soothe my frazzled nerves. My parents are going to a... Continue Reading →
Sprog 2 asked me last week: "Why are the cat pictures on the back of my undies instead of the front?" My brow creased. I pondered. And I had this sudden revelation. Ahhhhhh, that's why they didn't put the cute kitties on the front of the six-year-old's underpants ... But what do I tell Sprog... Continue Reading →
Trakkie daks, ugg boots, no bra, mad hair, no make-up ... I look fabulous today. But I'm comfortable and warm and I haven't left the house since 9am. Loving! Husband's gone to work - and taken the car - so the Sprogs and I have been dividing our time between tellie on the couch and... Continue Reading →
It's a miserable, blustery Saturday in Sydney, so Husband and the Sprogs curled up on the rug together and sewed their own Ugly Dolls. While they toiled (and bickered and stabbed themselves in the foot with their needle and cried a lot because their daddy had let them stay up late watching the Olympics), I... Continue Reading →
It's been a hectic week for Housegoeshome and my brain is feeling a bit fried from all the blogging. (I may also have a teensy, tiny hangover ... OK, a big one.) So I'm slacking off and running another old New York blog. With cute pics. I was drawn to it because Husband and I... Continue Reading →
Jim Keeble wrote a feature in the Sunday Telegraph's Sunday magazine called "I love my wife more than my children (but she loves THEM more than me)". It got me thinking. If a woman had written an article called "I love my husband more than my children" she'd be crucified. When a guy says it,... Continue Reading →
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