A Very Important Date

I suppose it's too late to blog about Australia Day and how when we were outside watching the fireworks Grumpy pointed at the full moon, slowly rising over the treetops like a big, yellow pancake and said, "Check out that firework!" and how we all looked and laughed except for The Patented Burp who just kept looking and looking and then finally looked at me and said, "I've only just realised it's the moon."

I suppose it's also too late to acknowledge that if it wasn't for the Burp and Little Red Rooster having some initiative, some good old get up and go, then none of us there would have had anything to do on Orstraylea Day, but instead we had a delicious barbecue and nice drinks and Carrington and I got to enjoy the site of Burp's older son, Jefferson, waving his hot dog around between his legs.

And is it too late to mention that Burp gave us all sparklers? And how the sparklers shining in the night reminded me of the lovely night-time images on LoobyLu's cards, which you can find here. Only our faces weren't so angelic.