Oh good grief! Don’t let your toddler read this. Look away if you love Crocs. Please commiserate with L. Go Wendy, Go Wendy, it’s your birthday! I just want to know how these don’t roll down and become a belt. I’ve been doing my part for the last couple of days! You’re welcome.
Bum bum bum…
Well, I’m leaning towards pathological myself.
Don’t forget to follow CrankMama to her new home: Redsy. Bring her some cookies.
Here’s a secret… I didn’t actually name my kids after the boys on My Three Sons.
Let’s all scream STOP together.
Sara just saved you almost a hundred dollars.
AAHHHH! Run and hide! It is Friday the Thirteenth! Here’s a tip: watch Shaun of the Dead. Your day won’t have been worse than theirs, and you will have watched one of my all-time favorite movies.
A surprisingly depressing brilliant idea.
“Poor Big Son looked stricken. ‘Mom……,’ he mumbled, ‘it’s………….your butt.'”
Way to kick ass and take names!
I remember an interminable interview with an adoption social worker at our house that made me clench my teeth so hard I thought they were going to end up in my brain. Would you like to read someone else’s version?
Kaleid. (And for the 3 of you who get that reference, haha — you’re a huge dork of the 80s like me!)
Behold the next generation of bloggers. Trust me, in 20 years, everyone will be reading The Mayor.
I’m not a fan of Facebook, Jay, they want to know my real name. Assholes!
Yeah, I’m not going to ask — are you?
Oh, what a cute newborn. Welcome Bruiser!
Those boots sound hot!