The rules are, there are no rules.
January 3rd, the return to school, otherwise known as the return of the return of silence. With school, comes a never-ending battle I like to call the Dress Code Wars, Sarcastic Mom Edition. I start nearly every school day here…
I’ll take a knuckle sandwich on baguette, please.
Picture it. Sicily 1922. (I’m kidding and most of you likely don’t have any idea where that came from and why I’m laughing right now.) As I’m standing in the living room, holding a vacuum to suck up sawdust, (yes,…
The Tale of Five Salad Forks
I have dishes and flatware service for a literal army of people. I am down to 5 salad forks. At least 90% of the people in my house don’t know, or even care, what a salad fork is. (Incorrect utensil…
Re-entry
My very wise, long time friend, Sonyia, sent me a message upon my return home from vacation, a.k.a., The Land of Snow. The message, “How was re-entry?” I don’t think anyone else I know, at least know well, understands the…
The Blizzard… that wasn’t
That snow storm that dear hubby said was going to miss us, has been parked on top of us since Thursday. We are now officially trapped in the house. There is no Starbucks in the house. Daytime Emmy Nominee is…
