Mother Nature hates us. She does. I swear it. She's got it in for us all. There's no way I'll believe anything else.
So we were one of the 11,000 folks without power after Wednesday's storm, and you'd think we'd been thrown to the wolves, given my children's reactions.
Sometimes the best conversation as an adult can come from the most unlikely source: a kid. My niece is 8 ... or 9. Hmm. I can't remember. Either way, as they say, she's going on 30.
I have been hearing and thinking about Kalisha's wisdom teeth for way too long; I have no wisdom left.
How many times can I write about the endless battle/game/quest to lose weight?
It's clearly not spring yet (as I write this, snow continues to obstruct the view through my office windows), but I've been on a Spring Cleaning Rampage.
Lately, whenever I open the door to go outside, the cold and wind nearly take my breath away. I am so done with winter it's not even funny. I want spring. NOW!
It all began with lemon curd.
I am at a crossroads.
If there was one piece of marital advice I'd want to give you, I still wouldn't.
As I was making a list of items needed on the next shopping trip, I noticed Kalisha's bottle of mouthwash was nearly empty. Her tube of toothpaste had the life squeezed out of it, too.