Huh. I woulda thought this would be lower
Given that my daily conversations deal with poop, sibling rivalry, and how my brain is atrophying, I was convinced this would say preschool.
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Does Hallmark make a card for this?
Today I have a guest blogger, my dear husband Tom, who is mourning for his childhood hero: This is the day that millions of moms across the country have been waiting for 30 years to arrive–my own especially. Evel Knievel …
Friday fluff: the holiday edition
I have a lot of shopping to do today, both online and (gulp) out with the masses. My attempt to hit two stores in the very brief time I have no kids hanging on me may be the death of …
’tis the season
I know I’m not alone in feeling overwhelmed. It’s good to know, actually. Doesn’t help get things done, but at least I have company. My Christmas shopping has barely begun. I have no Christmas letter written, nor a picture of …
Try the left one…
When I was about 7 or so, I was diagnosed with idiopathic thrombocytopenia. Those are big, fancy shmancy words for “you have dangerously low platelet levels and we have absofreakinglutely no idea why.” All I knew at the time was …
Gettin’ my sexy on
Hoooo-eeeee! Tom is one lucky man, I tell you what. He gets to take me, in all my sexy glory, to bed every night. What man wouldn’t want this: flannel pjsbite guardchapsticked lipsBreathe Right strip on my nosechest slathered in …
Giving thanks
Well, I could do a Thursday Thirteen about everything I’m thankful for this year, but I’m not going to. I have a parade to watch (gotta see if Santa is going to lose his pants this year; I’ve checked every …
Mmmm…toe jam!
It’s not often that I stick my foot in my mouth, but when I do, I apparently go for the gag reflex. Yesterday I think I may have actually stuck it far enough to hit my colon. Beautiful dress, yes? …
The mental flotsam and jetsam of an addled mind
Ya just never know what you’ll find when my mind spits out the little random thoughts that flit in and out all day long. 1.My recent rant post about toys made in China got me some good ideas (J will …
Sisterhood of sons
There’s a hidden club out there. You may not know it exists, but it’s there. The members are usually exhausted, sitting in a corner, glass of red wine in hand, mumbling incoherently about that elusive stink in the house and …