The Witch.
I asked her to go get me her crocs and her sippy so we could get ready to pick the boys up from school. For the record, she had clothes on when she left the room, and then... It's like she's me.
I asked her to go get me her crocs and her sippy so we could get ready to pick the boys up from school. For the record, she had clothes on when she left the room, and then... It's like she's me.
I firmly believe that I became a parent before my husband.
I have no idea what next Sunday's conclusion will entail, but I imagine it will include Teresa entering stage left, schlepping a giant wooden cross on her back while everyone tells Melissa how pretty her singing voice is.
I just ordered this shirt for Andy, I always thought he looked like Cameron in High School. Now he looks like Adam Sandler. Which is why I will probably see Jack & Jill, and then spend the night hating myself.
I was blacklisted by every video store this side of....whatever river runs through the middle of Ohio....you know the one...the smelly one where all the fish mysteriously died and they found that guys body.
I don't trust myself with electricity, but I am super good with caulk. Get it? CAUULLLLK.
Let's just go back to last week, when a nice bowl of hot soup was relevant, Steve Jobs was still alive, I had no idea what Nancy Grace's nipples looked like, and the world just made sense, okay?
I see loads of women wanting to be the next Erma Bombeck, and she was fantastic. But, I want to be like Steve.
Which is perfect timing because it's hard for me to menstruate and be the sole care taker of three kids.
Warning: I will be wearing a T shirt with some sort of pun on the name Le Bon, and probably singing embarrassingly loud. Be excited.