Scotch tape

Posted on February 7, 2011 by

No, I’ll never forget. But we need a good therapist.

Hello, Monday! You suck! But I’m not in jail, which is where the Pterodactyl tried to put me over the weekend. He called 911 because we made him leave a restaurant. I mean, not in the middle of dinner or anything, but afterwards, when it was time to go. He banged his head into my Read More

Posted on January 31, 2011 by

Oh, little tree, I’m sorry! Maybe the boy can help.

Ever since Hot Firefighter Husband fired the lawn guy, our property looks inhabited by hippies, who are not entirely welcome in our community. You should see the way people look at my Birkenstocks! I’m all in favor of wild yards abounding with honeysuckle bushes and wisteria vines. But let’s face it: there’s a reason that Read More