My daughter IS the definition of independent.
I decided to make one myself because, hey, I’ve been pretty darn good at making a lot of things myself lately. (Ok, I really just wanted to see if I could really do it.) Turns out, I can! Hooray! And as the … Continue reading
Politics stink. Love for country is swell. God bless America.
Nope, they are not even close. We must color eggs each year because we have children who — for whatever crazy reason — really, really enjoy doing this silly Easter tradition. To me, it’s a whole lotta houpla for nothing. I mean, at our house, the coloring of the eggs takes up very little time and just seems to make the kids mad at each other. And then we end up with a vinegar-smelling, weird colored table (and floors) and three children with blue tipped fingers. I have no idea why I’m sharing this. Good day.