My favorite thing to do on this planet is… hold that thought. Maybe I should think about this. No, this song is true. Bring the verse, chorus, verse.
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Hiatus Is The New Sabbatical
What’s the worst thing that could happen to a bloggy? It gets run over by an 18-wheeler only to wake up from a coma 10 months later, in traction, every bone in its bloggy broken, and come to find out, the whole world is now made of tapioca pudding.
The Disappearing Car
Routine. Routine. Routine. It goes on and on. Everyday you make the doughnuts or do whatever it is that you do. For me, I wake up next to the boy. Usually he’s crawling all over me by 6:00 and I submit to morning.
All Aboard The Potty Train
Choo Choo! Am I right?!
Some Old Lady Likes My Kids
As is often the case when I’m out and about with my kids, strangers do often stop me in my tracks to give their honest opinions on what they observe.
Breaking All The Rules
Being that my bloggy is now fully functional and borderline self-aware, I want to use today’s space to lay down some ground rules. And then break them.
It's My Party And I'll Write If I Want To
Write if I want to. Write if I want to. You would write too, if it happened to you.