It may be of interest to know that I have not forgotten about the competition I devised. I’ve been busy lazy putting it off. I have everything on my possession and plan on announcing the winner tomorrow.
I don’t have much else to say other than Ian put a massive damper on the day when he lunged his tractor wheel axle at my one of my large, dark brown storage cubes in the living room (after a stern warning) and punctured it. I’ve only had them 4 months. *heaving sigh*
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6 responses so far ↓
Melisa // Tuesday, 22 April, 2008 at 4:37 am
Oops…
Hope today is much, much better!
LouCeeL // Tuesday, 22 April, 2008 at 6:07 am
They are boys. And boys being boys means, among other things, that your storage cube gets added to the growing ‘list’ of things broken, mangled and otherwise rendered useless by ‘Boys’. By the time they’re 21 …….
Rocas // Tuesday, 22 April, 2008 at 6:21 am
As a boy, my moms warnings were treated more like guidelines. As a husband, I find that my wifes warnings are a guideline (to healthy living).
anglophilefootballfanatic // Tuesday, 22 April, 2008 at 6:50 am
Don’t you just love boys! They love to take all challenges seriously. And, seem to find great humor in pushing the limits.
I hope you are doing better. I’ve been thinking about you!
glass half full // Tuesday, 22 April, 2008 at 7:25 am
i found that my daughter was the one that was always (unintentionally) breaking things, not my son. we said she was our ‘little tornado’ because of the path of destruction and chaos she always left behind her.
Tara R. // Tuesday, 22 April, 2008 at 10:12 am
I still have dents in some walls where my son (now 14yo) literally bounced off of them when he was little. Boys! Gotta love ‘em!
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