Don't Say Don't

Don't say...Santa's pants.

Visited the Christmas Lights near Jamesy's place last night as we have done for over 11 years.

1998 was certainly a memorable highlight.

Don't say...Christmas rudeness!

Leesy and I have had along running giggle at this song.

You only have to listen up to 28 seconds to hear the uncalled-for rudeness.

"Later we'll have some *#!@*# pie..." - except it doesn't sound like pumpkin to me.
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Don't say...leaks.

Having lived in the drought-striken west for over 10 years...I know it's bad to say anything negative about the rain.

BUT...

Until the leak in our newly plastered ceiling is fixed...I'm not likin' it!

Don't say...avoidance.

There are 1000 things I 'should' be doing around the house while I am on holidays....however, I have a small creative project to distract me.

Don't say...a week at the beach.

For the past 5 years we have literally 'forced' the kids to have a beach holiday.

A change in accommodation and location meant that, for the first time they LOVED it.

Don't say...Melbourne in a day.

I think a day trip to Melbourne is not such a great idea...however, it was worth it to see Leonie.

Don't say...another chart.

Holidays are here and while I am missing out on the first days at Caloundra...I am going to Melbourne for the first time EVER.

It's my Godmother's 80th Birthday.

Don't say...I missed it!

X finished prep yesterday with a beautiful ceremony...full of rituals, crossing bridges, presentation of crowns that the mothers had made in secret and a visit to Class 1.

Leesy tells me everyone had a tear in their eye....BUT of course, I had to work so I missed it.

Don't say...feet in a bucket.

When you don't have a pool and you don't have airconditioning....THIS is what you do to keep cool on a stinkin' HOT day!

Don't say...gnomes.

Every morning before school X and I have been down to the creek behind school to search for river stones.

X believes that gnomes leave him new stones every morning on a high branch.

Over the term he has hidden quite a huge stash.

Don't say...weekender.

Feel like I achieved quite a bit over the weekend.

Lots of small jobs and we even marked 30 years since Mum's departure.

Don't say...runaway.

It's not a good thing when a baby makes her way out down to the cul-de-sac all alone.

Don't say...a True Story.

I am at the local library searching for a book about the 'best' Brisbane walks.

I spy this book about Outback Queensland, sidetracked I think "I wonder if it has anything about Charleville?"

I am flicking through when I saw THIS photo.

Could this be Leesy J?

Don't say...another dream interpretation required.

Before I went away on holidays my pets are cryogenically FROZEN in a carousel.

The bad part is that when they are thawed-out some inevitably die.