Being the coolest mom in the universe is hard work. I’m not afraid to get down on the floor and play Super Princess Puppy Fun Time, or to pick pieces of play-dough out of every corner of the dining room after a two hour session of the Fuzzy Barber Shop Diaries.
But I don’t do worms. […]
Today, I spent the better part of the morning rearranging my office furniture so that I can practice hooping in my office at lunch time. *snicker*
I can’t decide who is hotter.
This is kind of like the time the first X-Men movie came out and I found myself having impure thoughts about Wolverine.
After our trip to San Francisco, I was all gung ho about making a Blurb book about our weekend together, and sending a copy to our gracious hostess as a thank you gift, since I was too much of a schmuck to remember to bring her a gift in the first place, but the other […]
I can’t believe I’m even admitting this publicly, but I spent about five to six hours on Saturday night listening to Nine Inch Nails and cleaning my kitchen. I bet Trent Reznor doesn’t have a spice cupboard that looks like this:
I am such a dork.
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