I’m looking at you Santa.
My youngest just got her learners permit and is now following me around like a lost puppy, wanting to go for a drive.
I’ve done this before, it’s terrifying.
I’m trying to drink coffee with my mouth still numb from being at the dentist.
I need a bib.
$280 for a check up, an X-ray and to replace a pretty big filling is probably not too bad really.
Good coin to be making, though I’d want good money to be looking into people’s mouths all day.
Stay in school kids, be dentists.
I think I’ve cooked ribs every weekend since I’ve been back from holidays.
Much to the delight of the kooky brown dog.
I’m watching one of the worst AFL Grand Finals on record.
Made worse by the football team I despise absolutely dominating.
But made not so bad by gorging myself on something called “Orville Redenbacher’s Poppycock”.
Argued with the sales manager.
Chipped a tooth.
paid a parking ticket.
I’ve had a gutsfull.
Here’s my guts taking a well earned nap.
My youngest turned 16 today.
Man, I’m getting old.
She had to wait until she was 16 to get her navel pierced.
So this morning, she went to get it done and promptly fainted afterwards.
There’s a little part of Daddy smiling inside about that.
The Scots are remaining in the fold, and though I’m not entirely over it all, I think it’s probably a good option.
I thought that maybe if they were to go it alone, then we might have to change our flag.
It’s probably about time.
I posted a few months ago, wondering if a girl at work was flirting with me.
Well, you were right and it came to a head the other day.
I really don’t know how I feel about it all.
I’m planning on taking a load of rubbish to the tip later today.
There is something very satisfying about doing a clean out every once in a while.
I’ve got a quick job to do on Sunday morning in the city.
That kinda sucks right now, but I’ll be happy about it next payday.