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Last week I was in the car with Bennett. Before he had a chance to hijack the radio and force me to listen to some…
No boys, the hamster does not need jogging gear. Ps: vote for me with the icon on the right!
I’ve been nominated for something, and shockingly, it isn’t Mother of the Year. (I won that last year, and I know they like to spread…
I awoke this week to news that the US military had scrapped its ban on women in combat. I don’t know what took them so…
Living with a toddler really is like housing a terrorist. At any moment she could blow and we can do nothing but react. There are…
I think I’m on the tail end of the flu, although I am continuously surprised how much mucous my body can produce. If there were…
I have the flu. I got the flu shot, and I still got the flu. Luckily, I had the good sense to have the worst…
I could write about the five hours that M had to spend in the ER with Bennett getting stitches above his eye as a result…
It was pretty clear, from the moment the boys were born, that I’d never have two sons like Doctors Niles and Frasier Crane, no matter…
He may not be (sigh) Matthew Crawley, but M really put on quite the dashing display of Solomonic wisdom this morning. Efram usually gets out…
