My son's favored form of worship.
My son's favored form of worship.
Pictorial Bloglet#1
When one has a persisting case of this...the words are hard to come by.
Dafuq Bloglet#2
TO just shocked me a few seconds ago when he found a bug crawling around in his room. He picked up my slipper (not his, mine) and said, "Say hello to my little friend!" and squished it into oblivion!! When did he see Scarface and how did he even know this quote?!!
How To Tell A Pre-Teen Lives In Your House
Here it goes in no particular order: He calls you Bruh..mom and dad have left the building and Bruh reigns supreme.Angst is the name of the game.Being contrary is also the name of the game.Tantrums are usually lurking around the corner.Flashes of brilliance (I use the term loosely) can be expected.Hugs and kisses are still... Continue Reading →
Problematic Pet Peeves
I was largely educated in convent schools where wooden rulers and thick books (Wren&Martin) flew through the air and landed on unsuspecting hands and back with unfailing frequency. They were almost always accompanied by beady-eyed looks of utter disapproval and disappointment by nuns sporting sparse to scary amounts of mouthbrows. Yikes! Add to that my... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 