WE RAN OUT OF WATER! We ran out of water as a car load of girls rocked up for a camp over. We ran out of water as Mr and Mrs Groovy dropped in for booze and cheese. We ran out of water as Mr and Mrs Red drove in on their way home from camping begging for a shower. We ran out of water full … Continue reading How To Save Yourself From Deadly Jalapenos.
Mr and Mrs Fit watched in despair as Little Miss Fit scratched her head viciously. “I’ve tried three times and I can’t get rid of them,” Mrs Fit sighed. “It’s up to you now.” “But I don’t know what to do,” Mr Fit said in alarm. “I’ve never had lice.” “Google it,” Mrs Fit suggested as she walked off to find out who was banging on … Continue reading Banished to the Naughty Corner
With tummies rumbling and mouths watering, we all sat greedily waiting to eat Mrs Groovy’s award winning, (well award winning to us) pavlova. We gasped in admiration as she placed the magnificent meringue carefully down on the table in front of us. “You’ve done it again,” Mrs Red said in awe. “You’ve made the most perfect pavlova in all the land.” “I have haven’t I?” Mrs … Continue reading It’s All In The Egg – A Valentine’s Story
Okay, so I’ve been missing in action for a few weeks and no, there is no need to tell me you haven’t noticed, I will pretend you have. “What have you been up to?” I pretend I hear you ask. “Well, I have been avoiding the quad bike I was given for Christmas,” I reply still shocked by that strange event. “What the hell! A quad bike! What … Continue reading My Nemesis – The Big Black Beast
As Mr Smarts is a fast food Nazi, he’s been known to barf over a simple meal of fish and chips, we almost fell to the floor when he suggested we go out for pizza for dinner. Of course there was a catch, we had to ride to the pizza place which was a 36.6 km round trip on the rail trail. Now normally this wouldn’t be … Continue reading Pizza and a Fat Cranky Wombat
Dumbalk at Christmas is a beautiful sight. Whether driving down country lanes or the middle of town you will find houses standing proud in all their Christmas glory. Sadly, our little house on our little farm was bereft of any decoration whatsoever. So there was nothing left to do, we had to decorate too. By we, of course I mean me. Sadly, I gave birth … Continue reading I Survived an Anaconda Attack
It was the Christmas Bus Party yesterday and Bob, the bus driver, had done a magnificent job decorating. Balloons danced from the ceiling, streamers billowed through the windows and Christmas carols blared from the portable cd player. “Help yourselves,” Bob said shoving bags of lollies and cans of soft drink into their hands. “And ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas,” he sneezed as the fluffy, white, … Continue reading Santa Clause Rounds Up The Cows