frozen yogurt

Posted on April 27, 2011 by

Who’s got the messiest house in the county? ooh! ooh! pick me!

“Something stinks in here,” said Hot Firefighter Husband. He was helping me shovel the kids into the Motorized Landfill. “Really?” I said. “I don’t smell anything.” But that was Not Accurate. What I should have said was that I didn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. Yes, my eyes were watering at the malodorous combination Read More

Posted on March 21, 2011 by

Part II: I love you, I love you forever, or Done Deal

Last Saturday was the second day of spring soccer. The Diva couldn’t play because she had a temperature of 103. The Pterodactyl wouldn’t play because the Diva couldn’t play. And get this: the Tyrant said she wouldn’t play because, “I’m shy.” Two hours later at the frozen yogurt store, she said, “Watch this, guys!” and Read More