Don't Say Don't

Don't say...starting early.

This is NOT a set up.

Looks like we might have an up and coming blogger.

Don't say...I attended the rugger today.

Don't think I got up off this bench for the entire match...thankfully, Leesy was pacing the touch line (baby in arms) showing her support for the team.

Don't say...no more chooks.

This wasn't completely unexpected given the passed couple of weeks.

Last night Topaz was a take-away meal for a fox.

Don't say...Easter is upon us.

Anyone for scrambled eggs?

Don't say...Term 1, 2010.

I am always a little jealous that the kids finish school a week before me.

Don't say...Leesy cookin' up a storm.

Nellie came over last night for a post-birthday bash.

Don't say...ooops.

Still without a car, I unintentionally ended up in the city.

Don't say...Mrs Simpson?

Given that we have never watched 'The Simpsons', it's interesting that someone still knows what the main character looks like.

Don't say...GF.

Just cookin' up a few of Nellie's fave treats when she comes over on Friday for her birthday.

Don't say...party.

Quite frankly, I am starting to think 80 isn't that old.

Don't say...rugger.

Today I was asked TWICE to play TOUCH FOOTY.

Don't say...I didn't plan ahead.

Oh no...there's no dessert!

Don't say...still standing.

Just reporting in to say that Topaz seems to have made a remarkable recovery.

Don't say...George's.

Don't ya just love it when your father takes your photo when you're having your hair cut?

Don't say...Topaz.

And then there was one.

Not sure what happened last night but we now have one lonely 6 year old chook.

Don't say...walking.

Oh the pain!

Walking to work.

Don't say...still raining.

With my car out of 'ackshon' I am walking to work.

The last time I regularly walked to work was in poor old flood-prone Charleville.

Don't say...divided by.

I googled 'Calculator' so I could do a tricky division sum at work today.

Why is it that I could not find one with a 'division' button?