The End

Today is the day we're supposed to be raptured. May 21. I've got a few questions:

(1) Is it supposed to be midnight on May 21 or midnight on May 20? If the latter, I'm sunk along with my family.
(2) Maybe it's when it's May 21 in America seeing as he-who-knows lives there?
(3) What time zone in America?

I'm not sure that 'Jesus' and 'Mary Magdalene', who apparently live in Wilkesdale (near Kingaroy), Queenland, know about this.

I'm confused. If I'm still to be raptured, I hope I get to eat the cake that's cooking first.

The Next Generation

My baby is 8 later this year. In some ways I miss having pre-schoolers around. The next generation keep me amused though. On Facebook my niece has been telling us about her 3 year old son's conversations:


Great-nephew: You know something Mum?


Niece: No, what?


Great-nephew: Horses don't run.


Niece: Really?


Great-nephew: No, they giddy up.


The latest offering:


Niece *pointing at the bee on the honey label*: Where do we get honey from?


Great-nephew: Woolworths.


I guess he's right.