I’d like to think that the truck full of young males headed to a landscaping job, sitting idle next to me at a stoplight, were cracking up at my dance moves because they were wowed by them and impressed by this forty-something’s swagger. But I’m pretty sure they thought I looked like Elaine from Seinfeld.Continue reading “She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)”
1. Stay up late ranking the names of Kim Kardashian’s children, from least awful to most awful. (In case you are curious: North (but go by Nori, obv), Saint, and poor lil’ Chicago is last.) 2. Sleep in late and eat kettle corn and coffee for breakfast. (Doubles as a colon cleanse?! Lol) 3. ChuckleContinue reading “Rules for a sisters-only getaway”
Sick burn, four-year old.
Pass the coffee.
What would you bring if you had to evacuate? Would it fit in one yellow crate? I think you would be surprised to discover that it would.
The four year old’s favorite planets, in order of preference: “Earf” Saturn Neptune Moon Something tells me earf is in good hands with these kids. They can’t do worse than we have that’s for sure.
A slice of cheese, half of a tortilla, a smattering of granola cereal, and half a cup of spilled milk. #fouryearoldchef.
Four is learning to whistle along with Peppa Pig.
Four is puppet shows and pirouettes.
Me at the beginning of holidays: Me at the end: I am spent. I have nothing more to give. This morning I sat and stared at my keyboard with nothing to say. Hence the cat memes. Time to fill my proverbial cup. Books, tea, music, and blessed peace and quiet! Save
I have decided to take the high road with 2016. I’m done whining. Here is my attempt to make peace with the worst year ever.* 20.16 lessons and gifts from 2016 [amended: this is only parts 1-10 because my kid is mixing paints and that spells trouble.] A YEAR of this blog! Discovering the showContinue reading “A list of 20.16 gifts from the year 2016. No for real, I’m done bashing 2016. (For the moment.)”