Sunday's are nice, they're sunny which is why they're called Sunday I guess. Today the in-laws came over for a barbie. 

Adam marinated chicken so tasty we ate it all and did weird herb infused lemony potato scallops. Grandma made a chocolate cake to die for and generally, all was good in the land of Oz.  

Ran into one of my bosses at the soccer, what a sweetheart. Kept Lily away from the balls  and managed to leave my mobile phone in the back of my in-laws' car so please don't try to call me for a couple of days.

Clare won her final and is now into the Grand Final next weekend although it's dicked her knees. 

 Sometimes it's the simple things that remind us life is good:

Our darling Grandma and Grandad 80 plus, lively, lovely and 2 months away from their 60th Wedding Anniversary.

Barbie boy. He's just awesome. Splash of lemon, sprinkle of pepper, garlic soy marinated chicken. 

He's a legend on the grill.

Gammy knee princess stretches . . .

Game on

Fancy feet

 

 Clare Bear, the lonely goaly . .

Apparently this is 'game faces', meant to intimidate the opposition. Yeah nice try pussycats. Except that one back right . . she's a toit like a toiger.

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Goldmember: Dr. Evil, You look very toit. Yesh, toit like a toiger. Yesh Yesh Yesh.
Dr. Evil: You know, Goldmember? I don't think that's something one dude should say to another dude. Yeah. A little creepy. Mmhmm.