The Rotten Fridge of Death
I have been known to perform brain-dead acts – on several occasions in fact. My father and boyfriend insist that I somehow cheated my way through university and am just really good at acting like I am “edumacated and all”. Obviously my periodic brain-explosions are frequent enough in nature that I refrain from advertising them. Michael, however, often comes to my assistance by telling stories of my dumb actions to all and sundry!
The latest in my string of decisions taken while my brain was on a smoke-break, took place just hours before we left on holiday to Queensland. I turned the power off – you know? – to save money. How ironic. Read more »
