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Once upon a time....
On a Monday, Kelly chatted to James (Kelly's boss) about raw vegies and and how good they are for you.
On a Tuesday, Kelly has a craving for Mexican and it's delightful raw mixed vegies and shreddred beef.
On a Wednesday, Kelly remembers that there is a Mexican restaurant in Hervey Bay.
On a Thursday, Kelly decides it would be a great idea for her and I to visit said restaurant on Saturday and tells me so.
On a Friday, Kelly is excited.
On the Saturday, we drive the half hour to Hervey Bay for lunch only to find out that Kelly hadn't checked the opening time of the restauant, from 5:30 to late.
We go to McDonalds.
There is the story of the craving.
Even as I type this, Kelly has looked over my shoulder and exclaimed that Mexican would be really nice tonight. At least I know when they open.
As you might have guessed, Kel's feeling marginally better, has successfully not regurgitated for three days and started eating foods other than arrowroots, snakes, tangy herb crisps and choc paddlepops.
At the moment we're looking after Kel's parent's home, with it's two more dogs (we have two) and two cats. Even with these extra furry animals around, I find myself defluffing Kelly's hair more than anything else.
I can't use the hair dryer because the tumbleweeds tend to grow to rather scary proportions.
Kelly's tummy is getting harder as is her choice of clothes.
Kelly is also of the mind that our baby is a boy, but the intuition of my and her family has been sorely damaged since every woman in it, dreamt that Kelly's brother Bobby's baby was a girl. It wasn't. It was a boy.
I just hope it likes music more than sport.
We'll be a trio.
Travel the land.
Come on get happy.
See you in a pear tree.