How many times can I write about the endless battle/game/quest to lose weight?
It's clearly not spring yet (as I write this, snow continues to obstruct the view through my office windows), but I've been on a Spring Cleaning Rampage.
Lately, whenever I open the door to go outside, the cold and wind nearly take my breath away. I am so done with winter it's not even funny. I want spring. NOW!
It all began with lemon curd.
I am at a crossroads.
If there was one piece of marital advice I'd want to give you, I still wouldn't.
As I was making a list of items needed on the next shopping trip, I noticed Kalisha's bottle of mouthwash was nearly empty. Her tube of toothpaste had the life squeezed out of it, too.
In an age of digital EVERYTHING, I go back to old-school ways to do some of my best parenting.
Dear Mother Nature,
All right, lady. We need to talk.
It began on Friday. A siege on my sinuses. It blossomed into a fairly nasty head cold. By Monday I was in the raw nose and chapped lips phase of my recovery.