Nah, a jack-jumper is a big 'ol Tassie black ant who's bite packs a mule kick of a whallop. Bit like Inchmen. The first time you get bit can turn you into a hot, red mess for weeks, make grown men cry like babies, and the second bite could send you into anaphalactic shock. Its so bad the Menzies Institute are doing research into ant-venom! And they are damn crazy...step on their terrain, and they swarm and start jumping about all over the place. The freaky things will come after you! Only cure is pour petrol down their hole, and light it! Kaboom! Me...I'd rather get bit by a Tasie Devil! Band-aid and a blood transfusion...and its all fixed! Go Tassie! Our fauna won't kill you...it just wants to hurt you really, really bad!
Awww Shell, I'm sure he is just delayed as he found the commute a bit more of a challenge than his bus pass could manage. Give him some time. The walk might take a few more days.
Sending the snorer off to the couch or the spare bedroom, does nothing for maintaining a good marriage. After many years of sleeping next to a snorer, I discovered that the best way too be able to get to sleep in the din, is to regulate your own breathing to fit in with their snores. Since snorers breath quickly and shallowly, eventually you will hyperventilate and pass out.
RE: Guilty little Secrets
Aww...ur sweet twodawgz...but remember I'm a big girl..LOL!I can definitely look after myself! I would never come into a battle of the wits unarmed!