My dog Molly is a cross between (we think) a Bassett hound and a dachshund. She's as long as our coffee table and just about as tall.
I took the kids (sans husband) off to Washington, D.C., last weekend to celebrate my brothers' (yes, plural) 50th birthdays (I have multiple brothers thanks to multiple marriages amongst my parenta
Those of you who are regular readers of this blog know I won't be nominated for Mother of the Year anytime soon.
Now that the crazy storms have passed, this weekend's weather forecast is for bright blue skies and warm temperatures.
Well, we've finally made it. We've dragged the girl, kicking and screaming, to the end of the school year.
The Internet is a wonderful thing.
OK, OK. I'll admit it. I bought a Powerball ticket last week.
I did not win.
I've been complaining a lot lately, so let me pause in my grumpiness to appreciate what a beautiful spring we've had lately. Sure it was cold on Mother's Day, but look at the flowers.
Sometimes, parenting is not all fun and games. Sometime, frankly, it's a pain in the tuckus.
I'm what's known as a wanna-be clean freak. That is, my desires to have a clean, orderly home and workplace are derailed by my rank ineptitude and laziness.