Wednesday's What's Worse: Washing Woes

This is not the usual “When will it end?!” rhetoric, nor a complaint about how much the washing basket regularly vomits all over itself and the floor. Nor is it that my life is so terribly exciting that a warm, windy day fills me with much delight, as I’ll now…

Totally Trashed

I emptied the washing machine of all its damp, washingy goodness and was confronted by this, lurking in the machine’s stainless steel depths: Bloody … I thought. The place is trashed. Totally trashed. Trash Pack have recently released their Series 3 Trashies and Godzilla’s obsession with them has not waned…

Normal is just a cycle on the washing machine

Despite my best and hard working efforts to ensure a Tooth Fairy visit occurred overnight, it was a dismal failure. You see, I had done the obvious; written the note, looked into the deep, dark depths of my wallet, scrambled through the numerous pens, napkins, leaking tubes of who knows…

… and so on and so forth and you just do ….

There I am, minding my own business and awaiting the Time We Need To Leave For School to arrive. Well, obviously I wasn’t actually minding my own business. I was doing things like making lunches and periodically yelling at the kids to don/grab/remember various things for school. Monkey Boy passes…