When the baby is screaming and the toddler is shaving the cat: Wine Please
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Like most bloggers and churches, I embrace regular attenders and welcome new visitors. However, I’m a little torn on some of the searches that brought folks here. I mean…well…okay, I don’t think I can rationalize my feelings here. How about you see and decide for yourself, mmmmkay? steve martin king tut–yep, back…
Continue reading : Google SearchesDon’t pick up a suspiciously wet grocery bag laying next to the litterboxes to your face to try to smell and identify the liquid on it. Especially when you’ve had a few glasses of wine. Or then clean said litterboxes after you realize it’s cat urine because your coordination and reflexes may be such that you flip…
Continue reading : Word to the Wise…The following has been overheard in my house: Please don’t poop on Mama. We do not hang the letter C on our weiner. Who farted? Why do we have a bunch of condemns on the kitchen counter? The Jonas Brothers made me late. Should the feta smell like bleu? Whoooo’s being a baby? I’m done with my poopbrush! (this was…
Continue reading : Heard ‘Round the Wine Please HouseholdIt has been another crazy week to continue the Summer of Angst and Teeth-Gnashing. Monday was a good day, even though I was rushing to get laundry done for Justin for his trip, and had to do my Fantasy Football Draft at 10:30pm at night. Thankfully we zoomed through our draft in about 35 minutes and I was able to…
Continue reading : Just BreatheToday marks the ten-year anniversary of when Justin and I first really met and started dating. I say first “really met” because I knew who he was before because we were in choir together in college. He was one of the guys who walked in late to every single rehearsal, even though he was sitting in the office right…
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