The numbering of the Offspring has provided an advantage at work (bearing in mind the only places I ever lose my phone are: in my car, at home, once on the top of my car but not very functional after I found it in the gutter, and in the creek (only twice, both times rescuing other peoples dogs from it), because we leave our phones in the office and workmates will advise me if one of my children has called, then based on the number Offspring and my knowledge of where they might be at that time, I can fairly reliably know if I need to call them back/check my messages, and the urgency of that. The Offspring are now 19, 21, 24, and 25...but still contact me for their personal details (what's my tax file number, medicare, unique student identifier, etc, etc...) , we are all weirdly incompetently competent!
As for the pollen!! We have an ad running at the moment where a young lady departs her partner, and seems to be crying, another lady sympathises, saying there are "plenty more fish in the sea". The young lady explains that her partner has gone to purchase anti-histamines....
Wattle is our national floral emblem, in Spring the surrounding trees are vibrant yellow, as is the windscreen on Offspring 2's (Sweetpea's) car. Our national floral emblem...makes me tear up everytime, but not because of patriotism. My students think that I'm allergic to "Bush Kinder" (because of the sneezing) and that it makes me cry...I long for Summer, when the 40 degrees C (104F) scorches the histamines in the pollen to ineffectiveness, and only the incessant sound of the cicadas rubbing their legs together interrupts my sleep. My part time job when I was in secondary school was at a florist..that made me cry too.
As for the pollen!! We have an ad running at the moment where a young lady departs her partner, and seems to be crying, another lady sympathises, saying there are "plenty more fish in the sea". The young lady explains that her partner has gone to purchase anti-histamines....
Wattle is our national floral emblem, in Spring the surrounding trees are vibrant yellow, as is the windscreen on Offspring 2's (Sweetpea's) car. Our national floral emblem...makes me tear up everytime, but not because of patriotism. My students think that I'm allergic to "Bush Kinder" (because of the sneezing) and that it makes me cry...I long for Summer, when the 40 degrees C (104F) scorches the histamines in the pollen to ineffectiveness, and only the incessant sound of the cicadas rubbing their legs together interrupts my sleep. My part time job when I was in secondary school was at a florist..that made me cry too.
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