An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Finding a problem where there is no problem

This morning as I drove Leta to school I looked in the rear view mirror to see a somber mood twisting the line of her mouth. It seemed much more sinister than a simple pout, so at a stop light I turned around, touched her…

October 12, 2011

Waste not

When am I ever going to wear these gloves again? Maybe for Halloween, but in the meantime it’s getting cold and Chuck’s snout is not going to keep itself warm, amirite?

It’s an apple!

I gave birth to a kid who will not only touch fruit, she eats fruit. And I didn’t even have to threaten to throw away any of her possessions. This second kid thing is so easy.