Monday 21 October 2013

There is no 'try'

One of the boys got sick and, as is now traditional, that means we all got sick. Sitting round the breakfast table this morning with everyone wheezing and rattling it felt like a particularly mucus-filled Darth Vader convention.

Which is good, because it means I can post this. I've got nothing else as I've spent all week trying to wipe snot of the faces of people who fight and scream and whine every time you try to do them a favour, even though if they just let you sort things out it'd be over in half the time. I've also been cleaning up after the boys.

What?


Oh, go on then. One more, just for you.


3 comments:

  1. What will we do with ourselves when a coronal mass ejection finally wipes out the planet's power grids?...

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    1. Throw rocks at each other daubed with messages written in blood and faeces, and of 140 characters or less.

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    2. Fewer. It'll take more than the apocalypse to kill off grammar pedantry.

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