So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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"Here they are all lined up over a treacherous waterway in the bustling metropolis of Melbourne..."
Your sons have your wife, Jen's characteristics...Especially, Henry, when it comes to their eyes.
Note to future parents: start thinking up strategies to get children to walk past water features without sticking there hands in...
LOL
"Life is a wretched grey Saturday, but it has to be lived through."
Hmmm...I'm not sure about the quote because I like Saturday(s) and sometimes grey Saturday(s) too!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Wet hands, dry feet. I can live with.
Roddy, they do that too.
Nicki, there was plenty of paddling. I'm not sure I'd try it in Delhi.
good luck with the note to passing water without kids putting their hands in, some adults are still working on that one.
peace and blessings...
Rhapsody