January 2010
4 posts
WatchOnce there was a gingerbread man, Baking in a gingerbread pan. Raisin eyes and a cherry nose, Trimmed right down to his fingers and toes. A gingerbread man in a gingerbread pan!
Let's talk about January 13th
January 13th won’t exist for us. We leave Jan. 12, and arrive in Auckland Jan. 14. Sixteen hours ahead of NY. What does this mean for us further down the line? Will we come back from the other side of the world younger than when when we left? Or will we come back aged 10 years with skin turned to leather from the hot Austrailan sun? Time travel is a fickle bitch - Ian
