RIP

My mother-in-law loves to cook. She loves to make food for our parties. It is wonderful and we really appreciate her time and effort. We will be having a party soon for our little girl. Debbie made little girl biscuits. The plan included me, I was going to decorate the little girls. Debbie arranged a courier to ship our 'fragile' little girls to me in Brisbane.

This is how the little girls turned up this morning at 7.50am at our front door.

Broken.

Heads and arms. Heads. Skirts. Crushed skirts. There were only three little girls, of which Caleb grabbed one and broke in half. Two little girls remained. Uh-oh.

I call Debbie. 'How many little girls did you make?'

'Don't know, it was a double batch'

'Hmm, well, only two little girls are safe and in one piece'

'Oh. I will make more tonight'.

What? She is a woman of *steel* I tell you! I would have said, well, bugger that, not making any more.

The box said Fragile all over it. Adrian said that really means 'Kick Me!'

Rest in Peace you broken little girls.