Don't Say Don't

Don't say...baby chicks coming!

This weekend I need to make the chook pen secure.

Don't say...thirsty.

Am I too old to be drinking a popper at work?

Don't say...getting ready.

Back in the chook pen today repairing gaps ready for the next layers.

Don't say...Diggers.

Anzac Day became an extended family outing and morning tea.

Don't say...I finally returned it.

I have a very very overdue Library book.

Don't say...Thursday's lunch.

My all time favourite work-lunch is left-over roast.

Don't say...Cheaper Tuesday.

You hold the pizza, you hold the power.

Don't say...Broncos!

I don't know why it is that that I always seem to sit directly infront of the loudest person in the stadium.

Don't say...spot the difference.

I actually like Reggie when she's been clipped.

Don't say...coffee.

This little bottle of milk is the sign that I am back to work.

Don't say...overdue exercise.

Took me 1 hr 25 min to complete the circumnavigation.

Don't say...legs 11.

The sign is hard to read...it says

"My LAST day of being 10".

Don't say...crazy?.

You might recall that the neighbourhood kids are not normally allowed inside...

BUT...


Yesterday, we invited them over for a movie.

Don't say...twister.

I apologise for the view...you can see why I didn't participate.

Don't say...you don't love Leesy's felt chook.

After morning Mass...it was all about chocolate!

Don't say...exercise.

Knowing that I need to exercise more, I realised however, that one looks silly jogging behind a stroller.

Don't say...creative cupcakes.

Leesy has been creating some non-chocolate gluten free treats as Easter gifts.