These lip-glosses came in a packet containing a light-activated voice recording spruking "Hey Gorgeous".
Matthew and I were unaware of this. And rather taken by surprise when unloading preg-testing gear from the back of the wagon this morning to continue to be complimented by a seemingly innocent packet of lip-glosses, a gift to the girls.
These babies came to live here this week.
For two. How do they do it?
My husband buys thousands of head of cattle a year. Some are dearer than others. It's an averages game, the cheaper cattle averaging up the dearer ones.
The brown shoes averaged up these navy ones. See Matthew, I'm learning.
Steel, son of Fred the Wonderdog, and nowhere near as wondrous,
removed himself from his cage Friday evening and helped himself to a rather large portion of rat bait, allowing me a trip to town I really could have done without. With his stomach contents rather forcibly removed and a fortnight's supply of Vitamin K now on hand, Steel will be in town with us this week for Beef Week. Who's a lucky boy?
We travelled up the coast Friday for our annual inter-school cross country race.
I spent the better part of the trip explaining to my athletically-challenged children that it's not all about winning.
That while some children are blessed with the ability to run long distances faster than others, other children read well and can recite their times tables quicker than others.
We have the same conversation every year. This year though, these fellows pulled a few tricks out of the bag, bringing home a couple of blues and a red ribbon. Cause for a celebratory ice-cream indeed.
And now we're off to Beef Week. The back of my car looking like this.
Steel should be lovely and comfortable under that lot.