Ok, that's a lie, it's not you, it's me.
My mummy is here visiting and we've been whooping it up Australian style so incredibly hard, that she's going to sleep for like eight weeks when she gets back to Florida. And there's a bonus: when I say the word "mummy" I still get this hilarious visual of a dead person wrapped in white tape stumbling around. I can't get past it.
So my mom and I, and the kids, and Super Mindy did the cliff walk from Bondi Beach to Tamarama, the views are absolutely crazy gorgeous.
The bottom right corner shows the sidewalk path you follow, notice the lack of a guardrail? I get pretty freaked out by this kind of thing, many people would think I'm totally a safety fanatic-- then again they may not have met my husband or My Favorite Australian.
The kids stopped at every exercise station along the way and went to town.
And in other news, we're moving because we are still living in a construction zone, and after almost a year and a half we are so, so over it. Okay, that's not the only reason-- we're also moving because our neighborhood is going to hell in a hand basket (see below).
This was in a store window a block from my house last week.