Why is it people always turn up at the worst time? We took the kids and dog to the park last night. Mr Smoochy decided he desperately needed to pee. No toilets. And hey, it is a dog park. No people around so we let him pee on a tree. As soon as he starts, parents pushing a pram turn up. Guess they know now who the heathens are in the neighbourhood!
Why is it that I'm heading up to Cairns for a holiday and I just know I'm going to run in to my ex?
Why is it that I go shopping to get everything we need and I forget the simple stuff?
Why is it that I'm lucky enough to be able to take Mini-Me on a holiday for doing well in school?
Just some pondering.