Somehow, I made it through the last few weeks of school. Now, I have 10 weeks that don’t require me to set my alarm, nag the kids to get out the door to school, and then hustle as fast as I can to finish up work so I can panic over dinner and forget to use soap when bathing The Twitches before throwing everyone into bed and further nagging them to sleep so they can wake up the next day. Gasp. Breathe. Inhale martini. Summer vacation… lots of quality, hair-pulling time… but at...
No, not really, but I am roller skating on the diving board. Watch what I can do! No, wait, don’t… I forget how amazingly clumsy I am. All the time. At some point between the time I passed out last night and was rudely awakened by my children climbing into bed with me (when co-sleeping goes bad…twitch), my friend, Dip, over at SpectacularMe held a gun to my head (and to the head of Scarlet) and forced us to take a personality test from a dating site that will remain nameless....
