It’s Christmas season. Which means the preschool Christmas concert is upon us.
Destroy informed me he would be wearing his reindeer hat and fancy pants. He has those now. Mostly I was hoping that Search would be in pants. Continue reading
It’s Christmas season. Which means the preschool Christmas concert is upon us.
Destroy informed me he would be wearing his reindeer hat and fancy pants. He has those now. Mostly I was hoping that Search would be in pants. Continue reading
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When Jon arrived home, he eyed the pile of rubble stacked on the kitchen counter. “Why does the boys’ backpack look like it’s been dragged through the mud?” he inquired.
Funny you should ask… Continue reading
Once upon a time, in a land long before muppets, I had shame. I had a semblance of modesty.
Then I experienced infertility, quickly followed by premature labor, which ultimately ended with the birth of two children. AT ONCE (tiny as though they may have been). So add mommy-brain atop that list.
Guess what? I have no shame. I have no modesty.
I got dressed up today – well, more so than usual. It’s my birthday.
I always believed that birthdays should be one’s personal national holiday. It’s only been in recent years that I’ve stopped highlighting the calendar (now I just draw balloons.) Continue reading
Boy do I wish I was artistically inclined.
Threadless is running a competition to design a muppet t-shirt around the theme of friendship. Continue reading