I slept with Darth Vader last night. It was awful. The heavy breathing drove me insane. I'm never doing it again. I've been sharing a bed with Sprog 2 at my parents' house. I thought it would be less hassle - no pumping of air-mattresses, no washing of extra bed linen. The first 30 minutes... Continue Reading →
Have I forgotten something?
I always forget that "self-catering" is tourism-speak for "bring the entire contents of your house with you". So I was slightly underprepared for our stay on the Central Coast. Admittedly, only packing two fitted sheets for each bed didn't help. And it wasn't really the fibro house's fault that I only brought two beach towels... Continue Reading →
It’s the thought that counts
I'll never forget my first Christmas with Husband. He took me to the Central Coast to meet his family. He admitted on the way that he hadn't bought any presents. It being Christmas Day, the only place open was the pharmacy. We did his Christmas shopping there. Disposable cameras for his nephews, a talc and... Continue Reading →
Festive squatting
Christmas was supposed to be in my sister's backyard. But we went to someone else's place instead. They weren't there. It was fantastic*. We lounged around on their outdoor setting, used their cutlery and plates, filled their fridge with grog, filled their wheelie bin with prawn heads, splashed around in their pool. It was like having a holiday house for free. Husband found the pool... Continue Reading →
Job wanted: Santa sack stuffer
I've found my new vocation: Santa sack stuffer. I reckon I've outdone myself this year. Twenty-six gifts for each Sprog. Some tiny, some cheap, some practical, some dodgy, some edible, some adorable. The Sprogs will wake any minute and I know they'll be stoked. I think I might go professional next year. Perfect job - six months on, six... Continue Reading →
Al’s Christmas message
Russell never thinks Trisha will expose his infidelity to his wife. Even after he shags her for two years, then stops returning her calls. He ignores the email she sends, demanding an explanation. This unceremonious dumping makes Trisha angry, really angry. She wants revenge. She waits for her moment and she strikes ... I've been catching up on some reading while I've been sick. In between... Continue Reading →
Luna fark
Hangover? Check. Flu? Check. Four kids? Check. Heavy rain? Check. Visit to Luna Park? Check ... Not my ideal running sheet for a fun day out. But I'd promised the Sprogs (and their cousin and Sprog 1's best friend), so I struggled out of bed and went. Not that staying in bed was an option with the cleaners due at 10am. I... Continue Reading →
All I (don’t) want for Christmas is … the flu
And this time it's not the cuddly toy variety from the science store. An insidious lurgy has been stalking me for days. I woke up on Tuesday feeling a bit off. Sore throat, zero energy. Tidying up the house for the inaugural School Mums & Retrenched Dads Christmas Gathering was a blast. I tried killing the germs with a cheap champagne tasting session (important not... Continue Reading →
Sacking offence
I've lost the Sprogs' Santa sacks. Well, that's not entirely true. I know approximately where they are. They're in the attic. Somewhere. There's a door in our walk-in wardrobe that leads to the attic. I like to open the door, throw things in, shut the door and, voila, the house is tidy. Once a year, Husband sneezes and swears and restores order... Continue Reading →
What a twit
I signed up to Twitter on Sunday. My inner-Luddite had been resisting, but a friend talked me into it. I've already learned some valuable lessons. Like not to tweet while inebriated. And if you do, don't mention the words "anal bleaching". It may seem funny at the time, but you'll wake to discover you have followers with certain interests. These... Continue Reading →
