Proof that I shouldn’t grill things
I shouldn’t grill things. Probably ever. I mean, we’re pretty gender-advanced in this house most of the time. Dan does dishes and can make a …
I shouldn’t grill things. Probably ever. I mean, we’re pretty gender-advanced in this house most of the time. Dan does dishes and can make a …
If discussing gut flab isn’t your thing, leave now, because I’m about to let it all hang out. If there’s a word stronger than blues …
Dan and me? We’re pretty perfect for each other. And never is that more apparent than in the every day. When I’m too serious or …
This is another of those bullet-pointed posts wherein I purge my brain of all the crazy that is hiding up there. Ready? Go. Joshua had …
That’s what my mornings feel like around here. Synchronized insanity. Chaos organized only by the fact that one of my children can’t move yet. Especially …