I’m glad that the exercise ball I bought for my bad back is being used as it was originally intended.
You’ll notice she’s in a dress that not two minutes after this photo was taken ended up on the floor of her room in favor of another one.
In a previous life Marlo was a fish. Or a golden retriever. Or Jacques Cousteau.
Any major theme park is going to have a hard time impressing Marlo after the the party we threw when the lights went out.
A zoology lesson with the preschooler while the fourth-grader was at piano lessons.
The only kind of cat that I am not allergic to.
I apologize if the images alone get any part of that movie stuck in your head for two straight days. Worry not, you are not alone.
As the tension was building, so was the glaring difference in their demeanor.
If “Little House on the Prairie” was about superheroes, this would be the prototype.
What’s that saying? Never work with children or animals? Is that it? Then I’m definitely doing it wrong.