Don't Say Don't

Don't say...the other 3 are starving for attention.

Grace is the only personage in this house that plays with her guinea-pig.

It follows then that Gracie developed the concept of guinea-pig hair-extensions.

Don't say...I've been replaced.

Have you ever arrived at work to find someone else sitting in your chair ?

Don't say...I couldn't find 'old style' Cadbury.

Leesy and I were talking the other day about the fact that the kids know that we eat chocolate secretly after they go to bed.

What happens when they can no longer be sent to bed at 7.30pm ?

Surely, we don't have to share ?

Don't say...where are the new lamp shades ?

It's been 16 years since we bought a bed.

This means I will be almost 60 when I am eligible for my next one.

We have slept like Uni students with the mattress on the floor for the past 3 months.

Don't say...spelling b.

Some days I think I am barely literate.

You may have noticed my spelling errors.

"Receive" has gotta be my most challenging word....I try to avoid it if I can but when forced to write it, I pause and in my headrecite the verse "I before E except after C".

Don't say...Sunday !

Went into class last week to see the work that Gracie has been doing.

You know, I would say her work was great (even if it wasn't outstanding) but I was very impressed with this wet on wet painting.

Don't say...front row pew.

The Big B invited us to be labourers in the vineyard and then to High Mass at the Fulcher Road Cathedral.

Whilst we were waiting we took a moment for a quick photo-shoot. We were reminded many times to bring hats...(not caps) to cover ones ears.

Don't say....I am not sorry.

Can you see where I am accidently exposing my ample belly ?

Don't say...it hasn't been fun.

Zero is the number.

The number of overnight visitors is zero.

Don't say...chalk and water equals face-paint.

Before this arvie, I have never tried "man make-up".

Don't say...it isn't exhausting.

The siblings pulled off a SURPRISE for their Mum's 70th.

Everyone (almost) gathered around on Sunday night to watch the final of Masterchef and it was standing room only.

Don't say...she doesn't blow kisses.

Haven't done a Little Blessin' Update for a while.

Some photos taken this week.

Makes me think we might need to start taming that wild curl.

Don't say...Master Chef.

Cooking the roast potatoes perfectlywith his new fancy BBQ is very important to The Big B.

Outside, crunchy.

Inside, fluffy.

Don't say...I am not sickie-bubba.

Runny nose and headache. Not fun.

Had to resort to using a toilet roll when the box of tissues ran out.

Don't say...it doesn't work.

Coming home from my first day back at work, I could immediately perceive hysteria building.

Tormenting, teasing, constant screams for a referee (and that was just Leesy and I).

The solution - take them to the park.

Don't say...vanilla creme sparkling wine isn't a new fave.

J & J visited last night with some fancy hair-curlin' action and a very very long bedtime story session.

Don't say...an hour is long enuf.

An outdoorsy Happy Hour (literally).

Problem is, the early dark and cold breeze drove us indoors...we'll just have to start earlier.

Don't say...there's anything wrong with a food court.

Leesy and I escaped last night to a highly exclusive posh Vietnamese spot and had our fave !

I only have the Chicken Laksa 4 times a year and this is what keeps it special.

There is a saying Leesy and I use from time to time - 'Everything good can be made bad'.

Don't say...I am speechless.

Definitely have not seen these winter vegies before !

Not sure why I find them so amusing.

Don't say...drip, drip, drip.

Rather than dingoes, I was awake at 3am this morning worrying about the water leak in the roof.

Gave the trusty caulking gun a workout. Hopefully, successfully dealt with.

It threatened to rain today so I was in a bit of a panic about getting this job done.

Don't say...ouch.

After we collected the meal prepared by the Big B - he walked the small personages across the road to get an ice-cream each.

Watching them walk away brought back painful memories of how tightly he would hold our hand whenever we crossed the road. It probably wasn't really as bad as I remember - but at the time it felt as if my little hand was crushed.

Don't say...just checkin'.

This time we are supplied with crumbed chicken and vegies from Big B.

When one is in-charge of the heating the meal, it is an unwritten rule that one (and one alone) can taste test the food.

Don't say...Amercian Independence Day.

I had the best ever 43rd birthday...I got heaps of great gifts, coffee's delivered, special chicken-pie for lunch at home, hand-knitted neck scarf made by Gracie, peanut M&M ice-cream cake,dinner at Broncos and a surprise too.

Best of all, Leesy bought me a STAR-cupboard that I love !

Don't say...10,552 steps.

Before bed I was given a sound telling-off by 2 adults family-personages about the irresponsibility of my planned 'midlife crisis' circumnavigation.

I woke last night at 3am worried about dingoes.

The fact that there was a 3 metre-wide path that led around the border of the entire dam, as well as being spooked by a jogger an hour into the walk....meant that there was never any danger.