All the sudden the position of the faux wicker loveseat on which I sit, doing brainless discussion board assignments for my community college classes offends me. I am deeply, personally offended by the choice someone (was it me? Was it my husband?) made to place this couch facing inward toward the sliding glass door instead ...
In the distance, a plot is hatching. How can they distract me long enough for one of them to unbury the baby mud turtle from its new home in the flower pot? ...
I’m thinking that I should be fired from this job, really-when my husband and daughter get home and it’s a little more worth it when my daughter goes “MOMMY! You made these?” and my husband goes “awww! Your first LEGO!” and then he let me build the firetruck. ...
Mega Bloks suck: No seriously. Whoever makes this horribly engineered piss poor copy of LEGOS should be sent to Cheap Toy Jail. I think it’s on the same island as Airport Jail. The environmental impact of the sheer volume of discarded Mega Bloks must be huge. They’re shit. I’m serious. Please. Don’t buy them for ...
I was lying beside my son tonight listening to him suckle on a bottle of milk(I know! It’s a wonder his teeth don’t just fall right out of his head ) and I was shocked to discover myself completely overcome with longing to breastfeed him. The urge, no the NEED to nurse him… A bone ...