With love
Valentine’s Day at Chez Armstrong was a rather dismal affair primarily because we spent the majority of the day lying in bed next to Leta as she projectile vomited two-day-old Pirate’s Booty across the pink and yellow stripes of our Isaac Mizrahi sheets. It has taken Jon a few months to get used to these [...]
Clocky
Clocky “The alarm clock that runs away and hides when you don’t wake up. If you snooze, Clocky will jump off of your nightstand and wheel around your room looking for a place to hide.” Clocky would not live very long in my house, because I would run over Clocky with the lawn mower.
