Today is D-Day.
No, New Zealand hasn't gotten fed up and is planning the invasion of those damn Aussie shores...it's far worse. Dora the Explorer is coming Sydney and I have tickets. Connor, Tessi, Grandma, myself, Connors BFF Delaney and her mother Kassi are all braving the elements to storm Acer Arena and 5000 of Dora's closest admirers for an audience with the Holy One.
I think we would have a better chance of surviving Normandy and Gallipoli combined.
An American family living in Australia. While we all speak English here, I wouldn't say we all speak the same language.
1 comment:
So glad to see you are back on your blog. Even on a bad day I would rather read your witticism than anything else on the internet. I particularly enjoy your blog after a fun filled day talking to the kids at Chez Dominguez. Today one of the kids decided to open up and share some of his memores that were causing him problems. By the time he got done I was sure that I would never leave the house in the dark again.
It's really fun working with killers. Yeah, right.
Love you,
Dad.
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