A cautionary note

I've made a sign, and will have it laminated before affixing it to our back door. This is the door most easily noticed by visitors, and I am sick to the back teeth of visitors blythely bashing on it when Braeden is asleep.

Don't wake the sleeping baby,

otherwise the mother may bite!

Please (quietly) use the

other door

I bet most Mums can relate ;-) I'll let you know if it works or not. Wayne's suggested sign read something like: "For painful disembowelment by enraged sleep-deprived parent, please bash on door. Those who wish to live are invited to use the other entrance!"

...oo0oo...

While I'm feeling carniverous, I might as well deliver a bitchslap to those offspring who are cashing in on their fathers' war efforts. Overseas friends will wonder what on earth I'm talking about - here's the quick oil. Anzac Day is tomorrow (Australia & New Zealand soldiers remembered & honoured for their sacrifices in both World Wars, but especially the first which is when the term was coined). Two sets of daughters are planning to sell their father's Victoria Cross & Victoria Bar (in one situation) medals to the highest bidder, and if the NZ taxpayer (ie Govt) doesn't happen to make the highest bid, then too bad.

I'm not going to touch on the loyalty vs greed aspect. Nope, not a bit ;-)

What I do think sucks big purple weenies is the timing. "What did you do in the war, Grandad, and do you have anything I can hock? Cos it's the season for it!"

I'll end with a fruity and quite appropriate quote from my Dad :
"If it weren't for us, you kids would be picking your nose with chopsticks."