And I somehow managed to lose my Nimbobula story on my other blog.
Can I cry now? Oh, that's right... Have to drive an hour with Boy 1 and Boy 2, pick up two dogs, two cats and crazy cockatiel from kennel, and drive back whilst maintaining some sanity in the pet wagon.
Then I can cry. Can't I?
4 comments:
hell yeah - great snotty tears are in order!
I'd be crying already. Here are some tissues!
oh no! what a welcome home! I hope that you washed that cry down with some chocolate :)
Or perhaps a bottle of wine! We've already done the carpet clean and flea bomb routine last weekend. And the mould - luckily not too bad here only attacked some of the timber furniture. But it's outside that's the pain. The lawn mower took one look at the grass and had a heart attack. It will only do small sections at a time. The great Aussie dream - home ownership!
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