We are in the car zooming off to the Bermuda Triangle once again. Excuse the brevity of my posts but it's one letter forward, three back when typing via iPhone.
I choose rain, hail and storms over harridan hell anytime so although the storm icons are still flavor of the day on the weather site it sure beats living under a harridan dictatorship.
Of course I don't escape her completely. She is due to arrive Saturday.
Oh the fun.
I can bite my tongue for 2 days! Can't I?
PS: we just reached Leongatha so are about half way. Another hour to go. Already: harridan text messages = 4. Isn't it still raining? I want school fee money. Have you got the epi pen? (I'd have liked to reply with 'no, we are morons' but what's the point...
Make that 7 text messages...
Last one was something about a stove and Anaconda shopping. Maybe she figures we a vaguely interested in her itinerary (I'm not). Not sure. The squeeze wouldn't let me read it. Probably because of my utterly scathing tone when commenting.
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