I just checked our results in Australia, and in our top three we have "women need to sleep more" and "women cannot have it all". Kind of mildly heartening, actually. You know, in the "not as bad as I had expected" category.

I almost want to be a dognapper. I live in a inner city area with skinny sidewalks, and loads of traffic. Yet it seems to be the done thing that people let their dogs tail along behind them without a lead.

I'll have you know that the Queensland you so heartlessly mock is where I didn't not have sex on numerous occasions, resulting in my second born, Thank You Very Much!

Double negatives are never not possible!

My mum and dad divorced which I was pleased with, because he was an absolute flog bag. Mum and I made a pretty clean break, but I still saw him occasionally, and mum would always call him "Your Father". It kind of made him mine, and by definition, his failures were therefore my fault, in my twisted kid-logic. She…

A month after I got back to the army from my maternity leave I was told that I would have to travel interstate, sans child, to serve on a jury for at least three weeks, unless my traveling caused "undue hardship" to me or a member if my immediate family. Apparently the fact that a) I was still exclusively…

They also said Queensland is a country. It's a joke, mate.

That stuff actually was required learning at my uni! I went to Army uni, they take the new guys through everything. EVERYTHING. Who knew I'd been brushing my teeth wrong for my first eighteen years? Everyone came out able to wash, iron, clean, mend, clean, make a tight bed, clean, and clean. Also, cleaning. Necessity…

I had a relative named Bertha.

Me too..... me too.

I've already got my four year old understanding that effective communication means having the other person comprehend your message. You can't just spout words and then blame any misunderstandings on the recipient. So, Maria, if she can get it... what's your excuse?

I marched into the name change office the day after I turned 18.

I lured my man by wearing nothing but full army camouflage, and a 40kg pack. My face was a high end mix of camouflage paint and sweat. Apparently I impressed him with my load carrying abilities, my level headedness, and my ownership of boobies.

I had a mate who started dating a girl who his mates considered the town bike. They we'd shocked, but he did not care about her history. He wasn't threatened, he didn't worry about her cheating, he just loved her for her smarts and humour. And the reason that I bring this up, is that it was such a rare and different…

Pants off, scooting along the back seat like a dog with worms? Awesome.

Oh, so so true on the dog.

Wow... That is seriously scary! I'm glad you caught them before something terribly happened.

My boss loved me. Scratch that, he was IN love with me. It was not reciprocated.

Wait.... wait...

Oh Prudence, Prudence, Prudence....