So this morning we have come from this.
Wild and woolly and breathtaking. |
To this.
The kids helped me carry everything in from the car, but dumped it all right at the front door, making it impossible for me to enter. I should have just left again. |
We came via the city where lucky Mike was dropped at his office for his first day at work. I hope the plumbing at Boomerang hasn't been damaged by the amount of facial hair he took off this morning. I had to keep checking the clean shaven, handsome man wearing a suit, sitting next to me in the car and stopping myself from asking him what he'd done with my hairy husband in his board shorts and big hat.
At home, in the fridge, we found this charming little science experiment.
At home, in the fridge, we found this charming little science experiment.
What happens when mango spends a week in a fridge, unsupervised and ungladwrapped. Garnished with choc santa wrapping. WTF? |
Next, I learned the hard way, not to use Icy Poles as ice blocks in the fridge bag. Unless you want to discover they have melted and escaped to cover your butter and milk in nasty, sticky, sugary gloop.
Oh how we have fallen. And why did I think they wouldn't melt? Was it the early hour? Or am I that stupid all the time? Don't answer.
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Empty Icy Pole wrappers. Pathetic. |
The supermarket. Heinous place it is. |
No cheese and crackers, no champs. Just vege juice, chicken rice paper rolls and sparkling mineral water.
It's not bad really.