Food for thought:

If you come to me after I have logged off for the day and am heading out the door to go home, please do not ask me to do something for you involving work, as refusal often offends.

Hulk Smash!

You had eight hours worth of ample opportunity.

I fart in your general direction!

I’m taking tomorrow off to turn a long-weekend into an extra-long weekend.

The trailer is packed.

We go camping tomorrow morning.

You know the drill.

It will rain.

This was a crap month to move.
We’ve got something on every weekend, so there’s no time yet to relax and just enjoy our new house.

D-Girl enjoyed hanging outside her second-story bedroom window tonight and loudly declaring to the world that she didn’t want to go to bed.

And the Little Ginger Ninja had fun locking herself and D-Missus out of the house yesterday.

She also had fun stealing the BBQ sauce out of the fridge and pouring the contents all over a plate and then trying to eat it with a teaspoon.

Or running through the lounge and quickly and cleverly stealing my Tim Tam as she went past, acting like nothing had happened.

Or sneaking a scone and then leaving crumbs in every room in the house.

Or filling a beer jug with water and tipping it all over the floor.

I knew that one would be trouble. It’s the red hair.

Here’s this week’s song for you to listen to while I’m away.

It’s not for the blush-easy. But then, when ever are they…

See you.