If I keep blogging every weekend about what is going on, Monday’s blogs are going to suck and be much less fascinating to read. However, I am determined to finish what I started *coughNAcoughBLOcoughPOcoughMO* even if it kind of seems like I’m paddling alone, in the dark, surrounded by anacondas that don’t want none unless you got buns, hon! and jellyfish. However, I felt a need to address two things today. First, I’ve noticed a lot of people in my area driving around with...
I’m all alone with 700 children and 835 animals. The Husband is off on a business trip this week, then he’ll be gone again next week. Muahahahahaha. I feel like rolling around on the carpet, naked, but then I realize that not a whole lot has changed, except that now I don’t have friendly reminders for all the stuff I forget. All hail sticky notes, especially those plastered all over my house. My craft fair was rained out on Saturday, so I’m contemplating ways to display a...
By Melia, the tired. My girls and I left for the wedding at 8am on Friday, traveling to a magical land we’ll call Weddingshire. Dr. Nightmare, my navigator, assured me that by driving down a highway instead of an interstate, we would arrive at our dreadful destination 30 minutes earlier than driving via interstate. We weren’t in a hurry, and I fondly remembered that on former trips to Weddingshire as a child, there were all sorts of cute fruit stands, souvenir shops, etc., so it seemed...
