October 17th. I made it all the way to October 17th before the smell of pumpkin assaulted my poor, innocent face.
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.
This week I spent a lot of time scrolling around on Twitter so I could keep my pulse on America. Alright, I’m lying.
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.
This week has been spent in preparation of my nieces’ invasion of my home. Lola is excited, I am excited, my little nieces are excited…
This weekend Hubster, Lola, and I hosted our first barbecue of the season for our friends. It rained. It rained a lot. Needless to say, Hubster stood in the rain wielding a spatula and I cheered him on from the window while chatting with friends.
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.
For years I’ve been enjoying the antics of Lola. When I got her as a wee baby in 2011, she was a sleepy-eyed, soft-snoring cuddle bug. Fast forward two months…
The warm weather is coming!
The statement above was not shouted with joyous relief that winter has finally released its hold on our lives. Instead, I am crying and rocking slowly back and forth while I remind myself that this too shall pass.