Next up: parachute pants and blue eyeliner. And shoulder pads. And J.R. Ewing. OMG, half of you were born AFTER those references.
Santa brought Marlo this giant plastic contraption for Christmas, something Jon and I refer to as The Babysitter when we need two free hands to make a meal or strangle one another because SOMEONE IS DOING IT WRONG, and her attitude toward it takes one of two forms: 1) LOVES IT! 2) I’M DYING, I’M [...]