Bye Bye Blue Bear

Sometimes, as an adult, you have to be mature, grown up, and responsible.  You are obligated to be dutiful and conscientious.  You may not like it, but that's the way it is.  You may have to make sacrifices for the next generation and, no matter how hard it is - how great your forfeiture - you'll probably not be thanked, or even recognised, for it.

So it is today; with moist eye and heavy heart, it is time for me to say goodbye to the Blue Bear (as I have come to call him).  So long, old chum.  It's been a great couple of weeks since we bought you in anticipation of my nephew's birth.  If my sister hadn't given birth twelve days late, our parting would never have been as hard as this.  Bye Bye Blue Bear, I hope Benjamin takes good care of you.

Scarey Bread

This is fairy bread.  Australians eat this and give it to their children.  They make sandwiches from it.  Why are they not the size of Americans?  How do they beat us at sport?

Beanz Meanz Urnz.

I went food shopping during the tea interval. I wasn't sure what to get for dinner. I can't imagine how I ended up with these.

A Random Discovery

My friend Brad found this interesting suggestion on a packet of Sun-Maid raisins:

"Why not try tossing over your favourite breakfast cereal?"