Category: Life and stuff


I intend not to discuss politics again for a very long time but all of my international readers and those Australians who aren’t so keen on politics, please forgive me this one last post.

Random thoughts, quotes and text messages to and from susan on Saturday:

1. Please Liberal man, don’t come and hand me a “how to vote” card.

2. Are you watching the tally and peeing your pants?

3. “…and who the heck is the “what women want” party?”

4. Where are the corn chips? I need some chocolate STAT!

5. “If the Liberals win again I will cry.”

6. “Me too, mum.”

7. Woot!

8. I want to see tears dammit!

9. Bennelong! Maxxxxiiiinneee!

10. “Once the Liberal lose, it will start raining again and crops, farmers and the whole country will prosper.” (Husband’s prediction has indeed proven true as it’s a wonderful rain filled day today.)

11. “I wonder what Andrew Bolt is thinking right now.”

12. “You know we can’t rub this in any one’s face.”

“Yeah, you’re right. We don’t want anyone to feel bad or anything.”

“SUFFER IN YOUR JOCKS!”

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Ahh, it’s a wonderful day today, isn’t it?

*Groan, yeah I know- pretty corny

Well 50% is a pass isn’t it? I got halfway, surely that counts for something.

See the thing about posting everyday is that the genius that is me is cut up into 30 little parts. So instead of getting a good dose of the genius every few days, one only gets a tiny morsel each time one visits.

I could not do it to you poor readers. No. Not for another second.

I care for you all too much.

So here is my dose of the genius. Chug it down, people. It’s good for you.

Don’t say I never did anything for you, either.

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Sorry guys, in all seriousness I haven’t been in good spirits lately. (I’m still going to the gym and of course am still sporting a 6 pack) but rest assured regular programming will return soon. If however coalition waltzes in again as leaders of this country I may never return and if I do, my posts will become decidedly EMO and melancholic. I will dress in black, put white paint on my face and call myself TYSMYA. I will mope around for the next three years in bitter frustration.

*cries*

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