Monday night. The night when fear moves into my heart and my palms start to sweat.
The house across the street from mine went up for sale. My in-laws remarked on it when they came for dinner.
Working from home is a luxury that I enjoy, one which benefits Lola greatly.
This week is going to be a wild rollercoaster for everyone who has to deal with me on a daily basis.
As my kids head back to school, I find myself longing for the days of learning. I have a wonderful job in a field that I love, but I just feel like going back to school.
This is the exact moment when my brain shifts into kill mode, and I deliver the best statement of my married life.
I had access to a large amount of sugar, which can fuel a curious imagination for days. Tonight I would finally solve the mysteries that have eluded me for so many years.
I was recently out to tea (lunch) with a friend and we had a disagreement over how to politely decline something that is offered to you.
I am getting married at the end of the year to a wonderful man that I have known for years. I also know the ex-wife, as we were all part of the same friend group.
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.