Don't Say Don't

Don't say...it's not "GIRL" Power at our place.

Don't say...you haven't heard this version.

"5 Little Ducks Went Out One Day,
Over the Hills And Far Away,
Mother Duck Said "Quack Quack - Come Back !
But...I rescued this little duckling on my walk this morning and returned it to it's scary quackin' mother."

Don't say...we didn't miss her !

The Very Very Happy but tired Camper is home - feedback so far includes vegetarian meals allllll week, no desert, late night ghost stories and maple syrup on porridge.

Don't say...she's a crawler.

The Little Blessin' has started crawling and that's a bit scary...I mean, she'll be doing the 4 night camp before we know it.

Don't say...waaaaaa.

If you want a good cry every Tuesday night...watch this show.

I defy you not to mist over.

Don't say...it improves 'mouthfeel'.

If I want to eat Lindt chocolate, I'll buy it.

I love my Cadbury Family Block.

Soon we'll be sitting around, talking about them good old days.

I don't care about any of the hype...and I am boycotting Cadbury.

Don't say...brrrrrrr.
Admittedly, I am at the threshold of my camping experience, however I don't really think it's the time of year I'd be trekking off to Stanthorpe to camp without a tent.


Yes, just in a sleeping bag under an open canvas.


That's just what a certain personage has gone off to do for the next 4 nights.

Don't say...this doesn't make you hungry.

Leesy cooks everything The Little Blessin' eats...I mean, everything !

You wont find a jar of pre-packaged 'anything' in this house....so I was a bit disgruntled when I had to mush-up the steamed pears and banana for her brekkie coz Leesy'd gone to the Markets.

Don't say...him again !

Reading Saturday's magazine liftout I noticed this new movie add...first I see Helen Mirren and think 'Oh, maybe this is gonna be good' and then, I notice Russell Crowe !

Not sure why but I vehemently avoid ANYTHING starring Rusty !

Don't say...it's almost the end of May.

Doesn't feel like Friday unless we have 'drinks'.

Don't you agree ?

Just a couple of glasses is all we need.

Don't say...the dams are 70% !

The over-cautious closure of school today meant that we could take a walk down to see the Reservoir with all this water.

Made pinch pots from clay we found exposed - please don't tell Mr National Park.

Don't say...water dramas.

Coming home to a waterfall in the yard is a worry.

But - it is gonna get really boring to show you the next round of before & after photos of our newly water damaged floating floors.

Don't say...another collage.

Had a bit of extra time today so started mucking around with the photos I took of us all in the fridge recess when the floors were being fixed.

Don't say...bum.

A small personage was telling me that Mum had bought her lip balm for her cracked lips.

I thought I hadn't heard her properly so I said "You know, it sounds like you are saying 'lip bum'" !

To which she replied "That's what it's called, isn't it ?".

Don't say...I didn't tell you.

Just so you know, there are now 9 official Legends of Rugby League.

Don't say...the party ever ends.

I am off to Suncorp in a minute with X for his birthday.

We had a fun reptile party for his 6th birthday with lots of friends, family and even his 'God'.

Don't say...it's not spotless.

If you are TOLD to wash your car....there should be NO delay !

Even if it's Friday arvo - you have to sacrifice 'drinks'.

Don't say...I have a clue.

This may come as a shock to you....but I wanted to become a horticulturist.

Sometimes wonder if might have been a wealthy landscaper.

I didn't have the science background in Year 12 so I went with teaching...this explains why I simply cannot succeed when asked to formally identify a rare camellia.

Don't say...I can't do it if I really have to.

I have never owned a trailer...so therefore it makes sense that I cannot reverse one. Right ?

I have decided that the best way to learn how to reverse a trailer is to be surrounded on all sides at the dump by tradesmen standing, hands on hips, watching.

Don't say...this is a disappointing birthday present ?

It's only 4 sleeps to go.

X is always always always picking out the seeds from his apples and planting them in the dirt around the house. Always, always, always disappointed when he checks back the next morning to see that there is no apple tree.

Would you want your very own dwarf apple tree ?

Don't say...thank Gorrdd someone saved me.

I just hate grating cheese.

Don't say...you don't miss them even after 30 years.

Here's to all of us that cannot send a text, post a card or buy a bunch of flowers for our Mums.

Don't say...a word while the mother sleeps.

Foxy invited us for a Mother's Day brunch following the early football game nearby.

JD cooked up a huge BBQ feast - bacon, eggs, sausages, mushies, onion, tomatoes, fresh bakery bread....so good to catch up having not seen them at all this year. Sometimes moving across town can feel like moving inter-state.

We headed home at lunch time as Leesy's one wish on MD was to have an 'uninterrupted' arvo sleep.

Fingers crossed...hopefully this is happening now - I am on call to deal with any potential interruptors.

Don't say...a tin frog is not every mother's dream.

Strolling home from the pub on Friday arvo we stopped upon this bargain table of assorted 'Mother's Day' gifts.

The tin frog was the stand out...but didn't think it would fulfill the brief.