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I know there are people who feel the way that Calvin does, and I understand why, I really do. However. If you’re someone who has ever been covered in multiple byproducts of children, pets, spouses, self, etc., while attempting to … Continue reading
I am crabby today. In order to spare you the majority of my craptastic attitude, which I wish I could also be sparing myself, I instead shall bring you the world’s finest slayer of tiny stuffed chipmunks. You’re welcome.
I may just have to turn “Summer” into a new page for the host of fun things that will be my summer at home with The Boy. For instance, so far today my son has: Told me about the “hot” … Continue reading
When I said before that I was accident-prone? Yeah, that might have been understating it just a bit. Tonight, I was playing with the dog with her most fabulous toy, which is basically very tough tennis ball material in the … Continue reading