A journal of our life as a family and the trial and error that occures on a regular basis, also if you have a love of bad spelling and terrible grammar you'll be in for a special treat.

'When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half' Gracie Allen

Sunday 10 February 2008

Sweet Jebus, it's gone!


Today was a bit of a milestone. The last apron string of our old pizza shop was cut. The 1968 Pontiac parisienne that was part payment was sold. It almost didn't happen as the guy who was going to buy it called the night before he was suppost to fly in from Melbourne to say he changed his mind. We were very disapointed. He ended up calling later on and said that he still wanted to but the car and was booked to fly in the next morning. It was originally an HK Monero but through a few trades it turned into a Parisienne. Anyhoo, so we offically are clear and free of anything that has to do with Cheapizza. Yipee. Which means I'm going couch shopping tomorrow! Woot!

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