Lately I’ve given some thought to printing up executive business cards.
I’ve put together a list of survival tactics that you can use if you ever find yourself on a remote island. Perhaps the very first survival tip should be to skip the visit to the remote island.
This is the exact moment when my brain shifts into kill mode, and I deliver the best statement of my married life.
Lately I’ve been feeling more adult than normal. I think I can chalk that up to temporarily being assigned childcare duties for my two young nieces while their parents remained at home and enjoyed a few weeks of sleep.
My nieces are here for a visit and I’ve been lucky enough to get sole custody of them for the past four days.
In just a few short weeks, Hubster and I will be celebrating our 13th wedding anniversary. When you add in dating time, I’ve known Hubster for a whopping 17 years! That’s a lot of years to not kill someone who folds towels the wrong way.
Terrible things happen once the Hubster goes to bed at night. As soon as his head hits the pillow, I emerge from my bubble of sanity and unleash Night Heather onto the world.
I never thought I would live to see the day that toilet paper brought about the end of our society, but that day is indeed here.
Today’s parts will be played by Lola, a cheeky English bulldog, and Heather, a blogger who eats too much Taco Bell and takes frequent day naps. There is also a small cameo by Hubster, the almost silent partner in this family.
I spent the past week at Disneyland and I picked up some handy knowledge that I thought I would share with you all, just in case you plan on going someday. I also wanted to share the intense burning in my legs, but that’s impossible to do over the pages of the internet.