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Anger is like those ruins which smash themselves on what they fall.

Collecting jellyfish. Denison Beach, Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013. With regards to these jellyfish (above), the lads and I assumed a peacekeeping mission to fish these stinging beasts of the deep out and lock up in a specially designed Jellyfish Maximum Security Prison! Indeed, once we received orders to cease activities, we'd detained at least forty of the beasties. It was all to nowt though, as it seems that the East Australian Current - which you might know from Finding Nemo - shifts warm water from the tropical Coral Sea right down to the Tasman Sea, all the while depositing creatures of all shapes and sizes well out of their element. That is, the water here in Tasmania was far too cold for these jellyfish, and they were all dead by the next day (as confirmed by the amount of dead jellies littering the sea floor seen on our snorkelling expedition the following day). Anyway, to the Q and A! Again, I've pilfered it from Sunday Stealing: The Meme From Suburbia...

What worries you, masters you.

Ezra at rest. Our front yard, Geilston Bay. November 2012. Theme Thursday . WHISPERS. From the Old English hwisperian . Itself from the Old High German hwispalōn . Similar to the Old Norse hvīsla . WHISPERS. Across time. WHISPERS.

Handsome husbands often make a wife's heart ache.

Jen and Ezra always apply their sunscreen whilst bounded by delightful yellow flowers. Indeed, if I don’t have delightful yellow flowers at the ready, they’re both susceptible to Whitney Houston-level eruptions, and that’s something that nobody needs in their life…

It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.

Sand or no sand, Ezra was going to eat that banana down on Opossum Bay!